#It'll get better I promise

[soaps-mohawk]

Out of the tf141 who does reader like the most?

It's hard to say.

I'm not sure the reader does like any of them more than the other? I mean, the reader's naturally inclined to be closer to Price and Gaz because of them being Price's bonded omega. But, that doesn't mean they like Soap any less. Of course Ghost is kind of a touchy subject after Chapter 8, but he's working on it.

I mean, I think reader is trying not to like any of them more than the others. They're all a pack so...you kind of want to like all of them. It definitely makes things better.

Of course, though, there's the natural inclinations to be more attached to others, but in this universe that doesn't really count because they can't control that.

[sourtomatola]

What if Stalker comic part 2

Part 1 here

(I have another two or more comic's planned for this, so this is totally a spin off for now)

Stalker masterpost

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[sim-songs]

Blast from the past! Some pics from 2018 when I just discovered reshade lol. 

[ink-fireplace-coffee]

Heart of Stone: PrinceLover St. Valentine's Special (Part 3)

A/N: everything goes according to plan <3 beware of the angst though...

Pairing: PrinceLover (Agatha and Jasper)

WC: 1387

Warnings: mentions of death and the same hopeless feeling from the 2nd part...

[Part 1] [Part 2]

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Jasper dreamt again of the night he was turned into a Statue. It was a peaceful night, a summer -no, not summer, Thae, it was the second month of Thae- breeze blowing every now and then, creating a melody when passing in between the tree leaves.

The Witch was in front of Jasper, right in the middle of the interior garden. The King and the Queen (once upon a time referred to as Father and Mother, but not anymore) watched from afar, as if they were supervising that everything went along correctly. Drae wasn’t even there, and Jasper knew it was because it said more about her if she wasn’t.

He could imagine the comments of the maids and then butlers and guards the next morning: “Poor Princess, couldn’t even manage to say goodbye to her dear brother. The pain she carries is so big!”

All lies, of course. But again, all unimportant.

He locked eyes with the King in his dream: brown eyes meeting silver. His pleading and a little scared. A lot scared, actually. How could they allow this to happen? Even for the best of Cheasya?

His father’s eyes reflected nothing, as if he were watching a boring play, or staring towards a white wall, waiting for paint to dry. Unforgiving and uncaring. Just as Jasper always remembered them.

They seem to say: We do not care. Not about you. Never about you. You are just another pawn, another piece in the table that means ruling Cheasya. We do this for the Kingdom, but most importantly, for our own benefit.

Never for yours.

And yet, even if Jasper now wanted to scream at them, wanted to refuse doing this, wanted to leave (he wouldn’t, he wouldn’t, he wouldn’t. It would mean not being alive now, not meeting Agatha, not escaping his family), that Jasper just wanted to be a good son, a good Heir, a good person.

So the Witch started chanting and the world turned white and gray, the stars vanishing. The Stars also vanished.

His last coherent thought was about how, if he wasn’t being cursed right now, he’d be staring at the night sky, admiring his kingdom, falling in love with life again. It didn’t matter. He was a piece of marble.

He was awake now, and with the realization of being conscient, the pain returned. It was as if he were burning, flesh unable to breathe, covered by stone again. It was slower and painful and nothing like how the Witch did it. It was torture.

Agony.

He grunted again, his thighs being constricted by the stone, forgetting how to breathe, how to move, how to think. There was only pain, only suffering.

This is how I die. The only coherent thought he could half muster. This is how I die.

Then, a cold hand pressing against his cheek. It was wet. Why was it wet? Had he been crying? His eyes focused on the figure above him: he was not crying but Agatha was. Eyes swelled by tears, tears running through her cheeks, landing on his face. A look of sorrow.

She was scared, he could tell. Jasper couldn’t let her be scared. Not now.

“Hey,” he whispered, and smiled a little, ignoring the pain, ignoring the feeling of being an ember.

“Jas,” her voice was broken and she was sobbing, heartbroken. A sadness he couldn’t ease. A problem he couldn’t solve. “What’s happening to you?”

But he couldn’t answer that, aside from an unhelpful “I’m turning to stone again. It’s more painful than last time. I don’t know how to stop it.”

This is how I die. If this is how I die, then-

So he picked up her hand, with all the energy he could gather. He couldn’t lift his own arm now. Their fingers grazed and then touched and then both hands were intertwined in the other.

“Stay with me,” he pleaded. He wanted to speak at a normal level but all that left his mouth was barely a whisper. Did Agatha hear him? She must’ve had, because her grip on his hand tightened, her weight lowered until she was sitting on the foot of his bed.

With her other hand, Agatha lifted his hair, plastered to his forehead. It felt nice to be cared for like that before passing. It felt like a treatment he wasn’t supposed to have, wasn’t supposed to deserve.

“How can I be worthy of this?”

“You need to stop thinking like you don’t need basic treatment,” she berated and that was much better than to see her cry, to glance at the decided look on her eyes, at her stubborn frown he loved to erase, to listen to her words, addressing him and telling him how he was not a failure- “... Are you listening to me?”

“Love, I think-”

“Don’t,” Agatha silenced him. “If you are going to say what I think you are going to say, don’t. We can’t give up yet: Imara and Kit went somewhere to search for something to make this all go away, and-” She paused, swallowed tears again, looked up to stop them from falling again. “You are going to be fine.”

It was the certainty of her words that filled him with hope. Such a strange feeling, a warmth inside his body, dreaming that everything will turn out to be okay. That he would recover and maybe they would make plans tomorrow or she would stay for longer that evening (oh, how he wished she would stay longer…)

“Cerad visited you again this morning?”

Agatha nodded. “Before Imara came and we arrived here I was talking to her… About you,” She frowned, like it was difficult for her to remember the conversation they had, only a few hours ago. “She said that our souls were-”

But the next word was replaced with a gasp: It had been easy to ignore, or not to perceive at first, the tingling feeling on the tips of her fingers, the hand that was firmly locked to Jasper’s.  Now the feeling was abrasive: a cold sensation covering every single nerve termination, just above the cuticles, as if she was permanently holding ice, or were brushing a full blizzard.

She set free the hand and held it at eye level, at first unable to give an explanation to the pain, the feeling. It downed on her hard, like the world had fallen on top of her shoulders unexpectedly:

The pads of her fingers, almost covering completely the nails of the middle, index and ring finger were turning white, skin at the edge in deep purple. It reminded of the time Kit has covered his hands with plaster, after a crazy idea he had of working with clay and making sculptures.

Jasper’s eyes were focused on her fingers as well, every single oxygen particle had left his body, as well as the color from his face.

He called her name at the same time she called his. A whisper of warning, a cry for help, a beg, even if there was nothing neither of them could do. Both of them, affected by a curse they didn’t know about this morning or yesterday. Both of them, turning to stone in his bedroom, completely away from the world.

Above from the Azure, the Stars were watching The Prince and The Lover, huddled together as they transformed. 

Hailmya turned to Arei.

“How much more?” She had been against this from the start, but they had outvoted her.

“We have to make sure,” the Star of Guidance replied, but she could see how Arei was not happy about this either.

“But what if they never… What if they turn all the way?”

“Hailmya,” Cerad cut her off gently. “Their friends would not let that happen, you know that.”

“They won’t be able to find anything to reverse my magic. I also know that.”

Arei closed his eyes, and then turned away from the scene. It pained him to watch this, no matter how necessary for their own existence and safety was. “We can only hope for them to realize the only way to break the spell sooner than later.”

The world stilled, as if it were holding its breath, watching the young couple. A test, designed and conducted by the Stars: cruel and unforgiving.

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[yume-fanfare]

i accidentally found a tumblr blog with a pinned post saying their name was mar and having a lyric from romeo and i went "M<AR?!" but the age was 16 and my first thought was "MAR WAS 16 THIS ENTIRE TIME?!

HELP me from an ? alternate timeline ? me with a time machine ?

im not 16 tho that much i can say, and im rly happy about it

[headfullofpresley]

chapter 8 of you and me kid is literally *barf*

but yall are just gonna have to deal with it <3333

[damonlucasz]

distracted

Timeline: 23rd June 2019, Sunday, 9:30 P.M. Location: Wedding Venue. Mood: Distracted. Very horny. Attire: See this post. With: @fvrstbcrn

After dealing with business associates and new contacts and possible new projects, Damon focused on enjoying some drinks. He couldn’t eat. He wasn’t hungry. He danced twice, his limit and after that, there was really nothing else to do. He bid Connor’s father’s goodbye not so long ago and after watching people continued to get drunk, he was beginning to feel bored.

Across the room, he spotted Noeul. He watched the young man but dared not approach. It was his employee’s day off and it seemed he was enjoying with his friends. One of which in particular seemed to pay Noeul a lot of attention. Not that he cared.

He tore his eyes away from the group, looking at the empty glass he had in his hand. He decided to move to a different room, perhaps get something harder to drink. He did so; tossing a shot of whiskey down his throat while he stood around the bar and ordering another one when his attention caught another familiar face. 

“Holtzman,” he said as he faced the young man. “Isn’t your father Benjamin Holtzman?” 

[camels-pen]

the difference between zosopp and sanuso (romantic OR platonic) is that Usopp is Zoro's specialest little guy and Zoro is someone Usopp hangs out with and looks up to and hides behind when things get scary, but Sanji and Usopp are best friends. They horse around, they beat each other up, they confide their worst fears trying to one up each other. Usopp hides behind Sanji sometimes, sure, but idk, Sanji's weaknesses are more obvious (bugs, fighting women, etc) so there are times when Usopp has to stand in front of Sanji too, yknow?

Like, how do I say this, all the crewmates are equal- Usopp and Zoro are equals- but with Sanji it feels like more... comradery? Zoro's a rock in a terrible storm- even rocks tend to get weathered and chipped and worn down, but they overall stay strong and steady. He has trouble being vulnerable and there are times when the burden he's placed on himself to keep the crew safe is crushing his chest. Usopp would help with that and be very understanding, but the point I'm trying to get with that is that those moments are few and far between. So I feel like Usopp, especially after Water 7, would take Zoro's lead on something like that, and keep most of his worries to himself or only talk about them sparingly unless they're really bad and/or he can't hide them.

Sanji is like a tree in a storm; he can be strong, yes, but it feels like he bends and sways with the storm, and has more obvious breaking points. He can relate more to Usopp's struggles rather than resorting to blunt honesty that might border on callous like Zoro. And while, with Zosopp, I tend to think of scenarios with Zoro being blunt like that as a good thing- because sometimes when you're spiraling, it's nice to have someone say exactly what's great about you and shoot down all your worries with straight facts that you can't argue with- I can also see this as being a bad thing. Anxiety can really twist up your brain sometimes, you know? And despite the words, the tone could still mess someone up if they're already feeling like a burden on others in some way.

With Sanuso it's a lot more understanding and thoughtful words. It's distractions and comfort food and patience- the kind reserved for Usopp- until Usopp talks about whatever's troubling him. Compared to Zosopp, it doesn't take as long for Usopp to open up, since he's done the same thing to Sanji at times and it's more familiar to him to talk and commiserate with Sanji about his worries and doubts and such. However, there are times stuff like this has absolutely no effect and Sanji will end up at a loss, no idea what to do or how to help over the course of several days with Usopp being quiet and keeping his distance, and he'll end up working himself up about it which will only serve to make Usopp feel worse and. yeah. bit of a vicious cycle with them.

So it's like. Usopp can be weak with both of them, but since I see Sanji as the type of guy who'd be more open with his worries (at least compared to Zoro), there's less of a need to 'perform' and be his best self around him. He's comfortable around Zoro, yes, but he is constantly wanting to show that he won't be a problem to him. On the other hand, while he's more open with Sanji, and Sanji with him, they tend to relate a bit too much with each other and they both have issues with causing trouble for others and being 'deserving of love' so failed attempts at consoling one hurts the other and creates an unpleasant cycle of misery and avoidance before some other crewmate (Zoro) tells them to quit being stupid and just fucking talk to each other.

[hella1975]

a post about fic updates! so the fics im currently juggling are dog teeth, tams, and of course, taob. my original plan was to start posting the second installment of the dog teeth series by sometime in april, bc it's the fic im most into atm and i already have the first chapter done, i just want to bank another one or two because once i start posting it i want to KEEP posting it with regular updates, hopefully every 2 weeks like with kaiein. HOWEVER this will put my atla fics on a back burner. april is a good writing time for me (PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE) bc i have the entire month off from uni to prep for may exam season, and i always want to write when im procrastinating my degree. which is. it's own thing im sure i'll graduate it's fine i'm fine. so if i focus on dog teeth, neither tams nor taob will get focus until like. june. which is par for the course with taob but im NOT happy about doing with tams.

SO my thought process was i can either be normal about this and just accept it's literally my final year at uni and im trying to graduate and it doesn't matter if updates are slow on ANY fics, or i can do my usual and implement an insane deadline that i somehow always make by the skin of my teeth. can you guess what i went with?

and thus i present unto the crowd my tentative plan: have the next taob chapter done by middle of april (im aware this is quite hand-wavey but it gives me a month to work with, so in my head this means anything between april 10th-20th), have the next tams chapter done by the end of april, and dog teeth can follow.

[aquilaofarkham]

Castlevania concept art

[imissthembutitwasntadisaster]

Truly believe the best way to build confidence is to look at everything from the perspective of what you can do for other people.

[brooklynisher]

Flat colors down!

Now it's just line cleanup, hands, and shading.

[haeryna]

i rly love everyones takes for reader's career but i rly hope you take on the realistic approach for her job like maybe she works at a small family shop since it sounds like a small town setting or maybe she just took the first office job that gave her a good salary bc she decided to put her focus solely on her parents to avoid confronting her emotions AHHH i can't wait 😭❤️

i'll probably use this ask to mention what exactly reader has been doing since satosugu left.

after graduating high school with shoko, reader was set to go to a four year uni, but with the diagnostic of her parents' illness, she quickly scrapped that idea. instead, she took community college classes online, and works both a remote office job as well as shifts at the local coffee shop. i know a ton of people wanted to see reader do more with music, however, reader is very burnt out with her jobs and with the sad memories music leaves her :( a lot of what people were telling me felt great for storytelling but i also wanted to go along with the modernday!au as much as possible, yk?

but thank you for your ask anon! i appreciate you :)

[idolomantises]

I'm going to be reuploading my Bugtopia Canvas comics every Friday. Or just up until we get to the last comic.

Just to be clear, Bugtopia moving to Originals allowed me to rework some things and make some changes to the story that I felt like were flawed or underwhelming (I noticed most people were really into Cale and Marigold's story, and that's obviously because with those two, I had a little bit of preparation for them). Bugtopia Canvas is basically considered not canon.

But I still want these older comics to be accessible. Hopefully you'll be able to enjoy the originals version too! I've worked really hard on it.

[duskittycat]

“i no longer like this piece of media but i’m going to continue interacting with it by way of hatereading/hatewatching because it’s fun to tear it down XD” you are poisoning yourself in ways you cannot even imagine and the sooner you cut your losses and move on, the better

[barbieaiden]

alternative title for that whole post: aiden breaking down an already broken man