#It's half past 2am

[atalienart]

Well... what can I say :|

[hollowsart]

Happy New Year! I'm so happy to finally have this done!

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[original image]

Bonus glasses-free close-ups:

[erdasmcnonsense]

Reach for the stars... and vote Joe Hills!

Ok look guys Joe's absolutely insanely cool pinball machine just. does things to my brain, ok? I just had to draw him among the galaxies, reaching for the next one to add in

[kerizaret]

First (Paranormal) Meetings

Bonus:

[mushroomsie224]

Thinking about the time I was watching an animated show like a couple years ago and there was this warlock dude who lured girls into his house and extracted their souls and all I could think was...hot.

The part where he was thrown into a pot of boiling oil was even hotter.

[rubenesque-as-fuck]

Anybody else slowly disassociating more and more as you slowly lose all of your touchstones in this world?

[sandsucks]

look out for your muslim friends btw sleep has become a foreign luxury to us this month

[tamsinbeybey-she-no-porcupine]

sometimes I just realise that the Christmas ep will indeed be the last EP of Ghosts.

I mean i know this

But my heart isn't ready

[sercphs-a]

⠀⠀⠀⠀Same Hat.

[deermouth]

Mason thesiltverses voice: Alternatively, I kill you right now in this parking garage,

[donnies-low-empathy]

Think about Donnie’s “For you? Anything.” to April every day god to have what they have

[the-kipsabian]

i just think okada should be allowed to commit any crimes he wants, you know?

[elinaline]

Turns out it's easier to fix your sleep scheduled when you're not constantly exhausted and overworked

[chanrizard]

one day where i don't make a single typo that's all im asking for 😭

[dear-nyu]

Turns out I get bored of trying to sleep almost exactly after 30 minutes. Science, yay!

Bad news is now am bored out of my mind and I'm struggling to sleep because im bored

[melodiousramblings]

Heat and Heartbreak

(I’ve dearly missed writing, and I just watched Elation again for like the 15th time or something, so have a little drabble, set at the end of the episode.)

“Why don’t you come inside Marinette? Alya’s been so worried about you.”

Marinette gently nudged her cheek against Tikki’s head, seeking the little Kwami’s comfort, any comfort she can find.

The tears hadn’t spilled yet, but they threatened to with growing intensity. “I’ll be down in a minute. I just need some more fresh air.” It wasn’t a lie; her eyes stung and the crackling fractures in her heart were leaving a burning ache in their wake. To be honest, she would need more than just a minute, but Alya would have questions and she couldn’t leave her best friend waiting for long.

“Okay,” Tikki responded with a gentle pat to Marinette’s cheek before flying off, back into her holder’s bedroom.

[[MORE]]

With no one else to watch her, Marinette let the tears spill, trails of wet fire down her cheeks. Surely they glistened in the moonlight, a moonlight so stunning it mocked her with its beauty. She could still feel the rush of excitement, standing miles and miles up in a sky dotted with stars, with Chat Noir, as they searched together for André the ice cream man. She could still feel the protective warmth of her kitty’s arm around her.

Another tear, another fracture in her chest. How could she forget the endless and vibrant green of his eyes, the flutter of his blond hair, the night-cooled skin of his cheeks and nose as she kissed them, the softness of his lips as they kissed each other. Sweet memories, all of them tainted by Monarch’s cruelty. She was almost akumatized. Because of love.

No.

Because the most heartless man in all of Paris tried to use her love against her.

But she couldn’t let herself dwell on it too much. She didn’t need the heat of fury to mix with the heat of heartbreak. Sadness was more than enough for now. Besides, she was keeping Alya waiting. Maybe a snuggle with her best friend, a movie, and some popcorn could help patch a few of the cracks in her heart.

Sighing, Marinette rubbed at her face, breathing in deep to force the tears away. There would be more later, no doubt. But she was grateful for the small sink in her bedroom; a cold splash of water over her face sounded nice right about now.

With a final look at the moon above, she blew a kiss to the sky, to wherever Chat Noir might be now, her beloved partner, hopefully safe and warm in his own home.

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Chat Noir couldn’t go home. Not quite yet. Not with the roaring echo of heartbreak in his ears. Marinette loved him. Had loved him? Does love him. But not Adrien. Not anymore, if there was truth to her words. Sighing, Chat Noir stopped, dropping down onto a roof somewhere on the way to his house. He turned back. He hadn’t gotten very far, still able to see Marinette’s home from a distance, still able to see Marinette herself, slumped over the railing of her balcony and curled into herself.

Sighing, he leaned on his stick and watched her. The least he could do was make sure she made it back indoors safely, right? Or was it rude to watch her when she was potentially as heartbroken as he was? Would she be crying? Was it horrible of him to sort of almost kind of want her to? Because then… then he could be sure she did indeed love him.

But… wait, no. Loving him as Chat Noir was unfair to her. He wanted her to love him as Adrien again. If he weren’t so conflicted over everything that night, his heart would be soaring over the knowledge that Marinette had been in love with him, with Adrien.

Unless she really doesn’t anymore. Love was so beyond his scope of understanding, he had no clue what to do, as Adrien at least. As Chat Noir, he had to keep his distance, no matter how lovely she’d looked that night, no matter how warm she felt in his arms, no matter how her beautiful blue eyes completely outshone the glittering moon… Not even how soft her lips had been, on his face, against his own lips.

“Marinette…” Chat sighed dreamily, remembering their first kiss, before it all went wrong, before he hurt her, before Monarch tried to-

His mind and his heart briefly elsewhere, he almost missed it as Marinette wiped at her cheeks- ah, so she had been crying- and blew a kiss to the sky before turning toward her trapdoor. Had that been meant for him?? His heart twisted.

Straightening up, Chat Noir blew a kiss in return, in her direction. It didn’t matter that she couldn’t possibly have seen it. His intent was there. “Goodnight, Marinette,” he whispered, only turning away once she fully disappeared from sight.

Time to return to a cold house, to a cold room with a cold bed, much too large for one person. If only he had the comforting warmth of another person. Well, at least Plagg would be there. His cheese-loving kwami would always be good company, especially in times of heartbreak.

Strange, how cold it suddenly felt that night.