#IT HURTSSSSSS

[ghostsangels]

Sorry no drawing today my head hurts too much 😭 but I wanna put this out bc hell yeah

[holedyke]

why am i breaking out so bad on my shouldersss

[nosleep83]

WHY DOES THE ACNE HAVE TO BE ON MY SHOULDERS TOO COME ON MAN 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[bird-butch]

is somebody gonna come kill me or do i have to do it myself

[cyberkatsworld]

I'm in so much pain someone kill me

[flowerandblood]

Me, writing chapter two of my modern mafia TFFTH alternative universe, knowing how much angst I still have to write (because I'm my own boss and I came up with this fucking heartbreaking idea)

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

Suguru listening to a pearl when the first lyric is “you’re growing tired of me” is heartbreaking to me because WRONGGGG!!! MEGA LOUD INCORRECT BUZZER!!!! nobody in their right mind would be tired of him ever suguru pls one chance I could treat you right bbg

SO REAL SO TRUE gojo fumbled him smh….. we could treat him right anon. i would simply Follow him and be his right hand cult man <3333

BUT YOU’RE SOOO RIGHT aaaaa that lyric guts me every single time …. ALSO: ”it’s just that i fell in love with a war // nobody told me it ended” ………. ohhh he would cry and throw UP can u even imagine. ”you love me so hard and i still can’t sleep”…. :((((((( i just wanna give him a big ol hug

[the1970sdeadgaywizard-regulus]

2 reasons. 1) tumblr group mental breakdown and 2) it was the first thing I saw on Runars's blog.

Still being plagued?

- Improper grammar aella

Yes

[teencanteen]

this conch piercing ... death to all of them !!!

[jiksvokrat]

MORE CAPRI FIC CONTENT (i say as if i dont get some every day)(never stops being exciting)

uncle ewwwww

hes good to me NONONONONONOOOOOO THIS IS THE WORST OH I HATE THIS SO MUCH oh baby

GUS!!!!

oughhhgg

the big brothers parallel is real but also one is a disgusting grown man and the other is a kid

berenger i love you

Six Sentence Sunday

Except I still do not care about the 'six sentence' part

I haven't written anything but my Capri fic this week, I really am having so much fun with it! And honestly, I haven't written much at all. I've been. So busy. A lot of very exciting things have happened in the past few days aha :)

Here's the extract

@jiksvokrat (it's something I haven't sent you yet.........)

“I am alright staying with Uncle, Auguste.”

Clearly, Auguste was not alright with it. At least, that much was clear to Berenger. Laurent, who seemed oblivious to his brother’s feelings, continued. “I know you have your issues with him, but he is good to me. He’s kinder than Father.”

“Not kinder than me, though?” Auguste asked in a teasing voice. His shoulders were tense.

Laurent frowned. “Of course not. No one is kinder than you.”

…

Auguste finished his wine in one long gulp the minute his brother left. He poured himself another cup that he drunk immediately.

“You should slow down, Gus,” Berenger murmured, warily.

“I don’t want Laurent to be spending his days with my uncle, but if I express that thought to my father, it will feed into his delusion that I’m turning him into some pampered, useless little brat. He’s… blind when it comes to his brother! It’s frustrating,” Auguste said, as filled up his cup again.

“Big brothers,” Berenger commented, hoping to make Auguste see the irony in his complaint. He also made sure to take the bottle and keep it on the floor next to him, out of Auguste's reach. His friend didn't seem to notice. He was staring at the door through which his brother had left, concerned.

[ghosthouse-sys]

Minor inconvenience happens

Split

Minor inconvenience happens

Split

Minor inconvenience happens

Split

Minor inconv-

[chirpychipslive]

oh yeah thats our keyboardist. no he doesn't really talk. yea he's writing something probably. hopefully. we tend to just leave him be most the time because he's not really part of the friendship group, we think he just gets panicked by other people. well if he WANTS to interact he will do, but he prefers to be surrounded by all of his equipment for 8 hours a day and im pretty sure he goes home and then spends more time with them. they're like his besties. not quite sure how much he enjoys the rest of the whole rockstar thing but he seems content enough where he is. with the equpiment circle

[qoldenskies]

Horse throat, bloodied nails, claw marks on his skin, vomit, blood, piss (and poop maybe? 😭), no showers, no water, no food, and very little circulation for FOUR DAYS

Even WITHOUT severe sensory issues, that's a fucking nightmare

not to mention this came right after weeks of him not sleeping or eating properly/spiraling into paranoia (due to pretty severe psychological abuse), and he was already panicking when he was PUT in there. and it was nearly pitch-black with only a tiny sliver of light under the door. 8 feet of space at the very most. like that is torture. that is actually torture.

i genuinely think the really intense night terrors he's been having make perfect sense. even after raph and leo cleaned it up i dont think they have any way of it properly being put into perspective for them just how horrible and traumatic that was. there is genuinely no way to describe an experience like that without living it. and then they pulled him into the family meeting two days later.

[kogglyuffs]

sibling bonding

[angie-long-legs-moved]

How many days had passed since the extermination, Angel had no idea.

The first day had been a heady blur, the disbelief surrounding his own freedom clouding his ability to cherish it. His friends were immediately overjoyed, showering him in praises and pats on the back, all the while he stood stiff and numb, his mind utterly disconnected from these celebratory gestures. He had told himself that it was just the shock, that it would pass. That tomorrow the relief would hit him, and he'd be flooded with blissful glee that his constraints had been eradicated, that he was no longer under ownership.

That his owner was dead.

Tomorrow, he would wake up happy that he was dead, Angel had told himself.

But he had woken up to the same dull ache that plagued him since learning he had been unshackled. A vast stretch of emptiness unfurled before him, taunting him with promises of coldness and contempt.

Every day that had passed since then had blended into a muddy blur, grey and thick and muffled. Angel had barely left the sofa, even sleeping there (when his mind allowed him to sleep) to avoid the stark silence of his room. The TV was his saving grace, a choir of over-emphatic voices that spilled from the bright-lit box of tricks, ensuring his thoughts never lulled long enough to allow that emptiness to trickle in. Commercial jingles. Cheesy theme songs. Laugh tracks. The TV had it all. Everything was great on TV. Everything always worked out in the end.

Everyone was still alive.

As if to demonstrate this, the recently deceased, pink-haired Overlord bobbed onto the screen, spouting emphatically about her and Valentino's smash-hit sex drug. The ad had played four times in the last hour. Every hour, on this channel, Angel had noticed. He knew it by heart now, every word of that poorly written script. He waited patiently through each run of it to catch the final appearance of the other Overlord, taking in each glint of that gold tooth from his wide, camera-spun smile. It wasn't his real smile - that was something Angel was only privy to on rare occasions, or something he watched the Overlord share with the other Vees. It was always a relief to witness, a sign that everything was okay, for now. He was in a good mood. When Val smiled at him, Angel could convince himself he was someone the Overlord liked.

He missed it.

What the fuck was wrong with him? He should be happy. He should be cursing Vals' name, singing from the rooftops, relishing his freedom like he had fantasised about for decades.

This felt like a prison of a different kind.

Angel bristled at the rude interruption of the former Overlord snatching the remote, bursting his bubble of detachment. He hadn't even registered that Vox was in the room until he was on the sofa beside him, ranting and raving. Switching the channel that Angel had kept on for days, just to watch his former owner appear and reappear.

"Ain't phony TV mediocrity kinda yer whole brand?" Angel muttered, eyes still glued to the television as the screen flitted frantically from channel to channel. He had been avoiding Vox ever since his arrival at the hotel, and he loathed that the demon was suddenly in his space, a stark reminder of the tragedy that everyone but them appeared to be celebrating. Vox had lost everything, that much was clear. His lover, his partner, his media empire. His dignity. His pride. But the reality of this was lost on Angel, who was doing his damndest to keep reality from puncturing his shield of numbness.

He grabbed the remote back from Vox and switched it back to the original channel, although the commercial had finished it's run for those fifteen minutes, and The Real Housewives of Hell had resumed. He could lose himself in the shrill yells of the disgustingly wealthy.

"Half the shit on here came from your fuckin' studio, genius," he gritted out. He didn't have the energy for this - he didn't even look at him, eyes fixed on the other TV in the room.

"Ya don't like it, then fuck off already. I'm tryin' ta watch this."

@angie-long-legs - FOUR DAYS POST-EXORCISM.

'CONGRATS, ANGEL!'

That's what all the banners said. And the balloons. And the little silver foil sign that stuck out of the cake at a lopsided angle. The streamers didn't say anything, but they were pink and black and white and gold, just like the rest of the decorations that cluttered the parlor.

They had polka-dots. So did the balloons.

Just like Angel.

Most of the residents were in the other room, trying to prep the food and figure out how to get the buffet table assembled. Everything smelled lovely. There was even soft, upbeat, poppy music coming from their general vicinity, but it was muffled by the presence of the walls, and so were their voices.

Angel Dust was on the sofa, watching TV. It seemed like he hadn't moved from the spot for days, although he must have.

Vox was tasked with putting up the streamers.

What a wasteful thing, streamers; rolls upon rolls of thinly-cut, brightly colored paper, created with the sole purpose of being strung across the ceiling (for a few days at best), and then torn down and tossed in the garbage.

Rinse and repeat, per every celebration!

Why, Vox wondered, should anyone have to go through the trouble of climbing so high and risking injury... just to take it all down when everything was said and done? Nobody looked at streamers when partying, after all. They didn't look at balloons, either. Nor did they pay attention to the little silver foil sign that stuck out of the cake at a lopsided angle...

Those things were all just objects. Meaningless, worthless objects— not even reusable! What mattered most about parties were the people who attended, and the memories they shared!

Vox came to stand behind the sofa, empty red eyes flicking twice over the outdated television that Angel seemed so glued to. He glanced down at the cardboard box of decorations that he held close to his chest, and then up at the back of Angel's fluffy head, and again at the TV.

Then, he turned his back to it all, and started to sift through the various items. Charlie had said she wanted a balanced mix of pink, black, and white- alternating.

A simple instruction to follow. Vox could start on this end of the room with the pink, and just keep switching them out until he hit the opposite side.

His thoughts were cut short by the spike in volume of the TV-- a commercial break!

"'Ey, you! Yeah, YOU! Bloke with the crummy haircut!" "Me?" "What'd I just say? ... All alone, too. That chick just rejected you, didn't she? You don't 'ave much game, you poor thing!"

It was a woman with a thick British accent and some... generic-sounding guy, but Vox wasn't entirely zeroed in on the script and hadn't bothered to look up. The woman sounded familiar enough, though. Hell, the entire thing sounded familiar. Almost like Vox knew it by the back of his hand.

His mind was still a bit spacy, so he omitted pieces of the ad here and there, tiredly breaking open the plastic seal around the pink streamers as he continued listening.

"Wow, I'm cured! Now I'm getting every lady I want, and I didn't even have to shower!" "And the men, too!" "Thanks, Velvette!" "Eh, no biggie. But don't forget to thank Valentino. HE'S the secret ingredient!" A new voice entered the scene. "... ¡Ay! Come onnnnnnn, now it's not a SECRET anymore!"

Vox stopped dead at the sound of Val's whining, and looked up, sparks flying.

His eyes, jolting round his head, snapped onto the screen.

"Love Potion by Velvette!" Vel and Val giggled in unison.

That could make a grown man cry.

Vox dropped the container of supplies and vaulted over the couch, landing on the cushion beside Angel so heavily that he might have launched the spider into the air.

"Turn the fucking TV off. This show is shit and all the ads are, too." He grappled the remote out of Angel's unsuspecting hands and then began flipping through the stations at such a breakneck speed that the poor thing's speakers started getting all garbled. The entire time, he wore the most furious grin fathomable. "Everything on here is garbage. Trash. Hate it all. It rots your mind. I'm sooo SICK and TIRED of hearing this phony TV mediocrity while I'm trying to WORK..."

[4lbon]

Magnets :) finally got my stickers by @argentinagp from redbubble (and converted them to magnets myself since thats wayyy cheaper) everyone pls be impressed my my arts n crafts skills :3

also converted some stickers i got from @gr63wdc's (now dead) redbubble shop~ glad to finally give these a life in the sun they deserve~