#but enjoy whatever this is

[vergilthelibrarian]

In Another World (Puppy)

So like this is just lil somethingsomething that I thought about writing. It’s hella short. I remember getting an ask where an anon said that I should delve more into the Romeo and Juliet aspect of Puppy and I’m going to do that since I’m back from the dead lol but anywho, here’s a little oneshot ^^

JaeminxMale!Reader ft.Jeno

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You blink, startled as you heard a voice whisper from the rose bush.

Looking to where you believe the voice came from, your breathing hitched as a handsome man looked up at you.

"Who are you?" you asked.

A gentle smile grew on the man's lips.

"A familiar stranger."

Your eyes squinted slightly from his cheeky answer.

"'Well familiar stranger, if you don't tell me who you are, you'll become familiar with my guards." you told him which caused the man to chuckle, your heart fluttering slightly.

“Well how about this? I'll recite a poem to help you remember me.”

You eyed the handsome stranger suspiciously.

"Fine."

The stranger looked up at the sky, searching in his head for just the right poem to say.

Once he found one, his eyes went back to you.

“Believe me, I wasn't always like this. Lacking common sense or looking insane. Like you, I use to be clever in my days. Never like this. Totally enraptured. Totally gone. Like sharp shooters, I use to be a hunter of hearts... not like today with my own heart drowning in its blood. Nonstop asking and searching for answers... that was then, but now so deeply enchanted, so deeply enthralled, always pushing to be ahead and above since I was not yet hunted down by this ever-increasing love.”

You gasped, your hand slightly covering your mouth before you placed it back on the stone balcony railing.

Your mouth formed into a small smile.

"Ah! Now I remember you. Na Jaemin. The man who stole my heart at the masquerade." you sighed slightly, looking behind you quickly to make sure you were alone. "You shouldn't be here. If the guards find you, they'll kill you."

Jaemin chuckled.

"And if they kill me, all you need to do is kiss my lips and I'll surely come back to life."

"You and that sliver tongue of yours." you shook your head, smiling again before sighing once more.

"Jaemin-"

“I just wanted to see you. I know our families are enemies. If I could, I'd be a Na no more but... life isn't that easy."

Jaemin's ears perked up as he heard a voice.

"Hey loverboy, you should probably hurry it up before we get caught."

He looked behind him to see Jeno who in turn looked around.

Jamin nodded, his attention going back to you.

"Meet me by the river at midnight tomorrow." he said before running off, not giving you a chance to reply.

Jaemin and Jeno ran off, climbing over the gates that protected your family's castle.

As the two walked, Jeno notice how happy his friend seemed.

In fact, he seemed more like his normal self now since seeing you.

Jeno was worried about his friend.

Jaemin was a flirty smooth talker.

He can have anyone wrapped around his finger just from one word but it seems as though he was no finally wrapped around someone's finger.

The only thing Jaemin could even talk about after that night at the ball was you.

Jeno didn't think much of it at first until it just became too much.

Every time his friend talked to him, it was only about you and this began to worry Jeno because he knew this wasn't healthy.

After convincing him to just visit you somehow so he can actually talk to you instead of talking about your hypothetical relationship, Jeno thought that it would knock some sense into Jaemin.

It's wonderful to be in love.

But if love is making you lose your own sanity, is it truly wonderful in the end?

Jeno looked at his friend as they walked, a huge smile on his lips.

Jeno did get why Jaemin fell for you at first sight.

You were beautiful.

The most beautiful man Jeno has ever seen honestly…

He felt his heart ping.

Biting his lip, he swallowed down his slight jealously before congratulating his friend for having the courage to ask you out.

[druid-for-hire]

[image id: a four-page comic. it is titled "immortality” after the poem by clare harner (more popularly known as “do not stand at my grave and weep”). the first page shows paleontologists digging up fossils at a dig. it reads, “do not stand at my grave and weep. i am not there. i do not sleep.” page two features several prehistoric creatures living in the wild. not featured but notable, each have modern descendants: horses, cetaceans, horsetail plants, and crocodilians. it reads, “i am a thousand winds that blow. i am the diamond glints on snow. i am the sunlight on ripened grain. i am the gentle autumn rain.” the third page shows archaeopteryx in the treetops and the skies, then a modern museum-goer reading the placard on a fossil display. it reads, “when you awaken in the morning’s hush, i am the swift uplifting rush, of quiet birds in circled flight. i am the soft stars that shine at night. do not stand at my grave and cry.” the fourth page shows a chicken in a field. it reads, “i am not there. i did not die” / end id]

a comic i made in about 15 hours for my school’s comic anthology. the theme was “evolution”

[soranker]

98 lovemail doodles >_<

[plumadot]

shy confessions mmmmmmmmmm

[cantinabandmp3]

Deadpool & Wolverine + text posts

[flawlessflesh]

delgal and thistle go to pride

[egophiliac]

IT WAS ERIC AFTER ALL!!!! I'm so glad we got to meet him (before Vil snaps him away with those Infinity Gauntlets) (can't wait to see what happens when we get the matching Infinity Tiara to go with them, there will be no survivors)

(sorry to be so slow/rough lately, just got a lot of stuff on the ol' brain at the moment! alas, if only I could spend all my time drawing incredibly stupid characters I mean I do but)

[xxplastic-cubexx]

with these hands i can draw whatever i want

[unproduciblesmackdown]

just visiting ❤ pic.twitter.com/njIiHb4HBM

— tim (@FlamingButtWind) July 14, 2024

[ichiro-artosaki]

*tadpole connection online*

and i couldn't decide whether or not to keep the makeup so here she is with it

[imblo]

he doesnt even know

[cordeliawhohung]

It's the blood curdling scream that wakes him up.

Simon's eardrums rattle like a war drum, and he sits with fists clenched, teeth grinding, and eyes darting in the shadows of your shared bedroom. Your home has become a war zone of sadistic memories and blood that neither of you can ever quite wash clean. Old scars, chewed nails. It lurks. Insidious and ridiculing; how dare either of you ever become creatures that can bleed? He needs to kill it. Smother it until he feels its pulse cease. Crush it until its bones are mush.

Then he smells the remains of dinner wafting through the house and the dessert you had demanded go with it. And he remembers your grin and laughter. He remembers you. Silky sheets glide over his skin as he recalls himself; where he is. Home. Home, with you, and with your pules that leave him with a rancid cordolium he can't shake.

An old lamp crackles to life as he yanks on the chain, and you're smothered in Simon's arms within an instant. Inky tattoos envelop you, and they're the only indicator that you're safe besides the gentle whispers into the crown of your head. I've got you. Just you 'n me. It doesn't quite mask the tempest within his chest; that death rattle that caught in his throat all those years ago and still echoes to this day, but it's enough to bring you back into your body.

Neither of you speak. There are not enough words within the English language either of you can use to articulate this special type of misery. It's a torture that stays marked into the marrow of your bones and hidden within the grey matter of your brain, and there it'll stay. It'll stay until it manifests into delirious night terrors you can't ever seem to wake up from.

But you have Simon, and he'll hold you until you both turn to dust if that's what it takes.

[picturemecountingcards]

could only express this in green text format, bear with me

> be me

> in english class

> some guy delivers a meandering nihilistic monologue about how we're all just apes and our only purpose is reproducing, eating, dying and rotting (direct quote) that only vaguely pertains to the question he's being asked

> turn around to look at him

> see his laptop

> it's covered in southpark stickers

[isbergillustration]

[skunkes]

new annoying little back and forth: third time this week

[mjulmjul]

The South Downs