#but i wonder if i really am

[deathricedrawn]

i'm ready to try

[teddybeartoji]

toji being all bundled up in his winter coat with a pretty green scarf around his neck (that you gifted him btw). his nose is red and his cheeks even redder as he taps his foot on the crunchy snow. he's waiting for you.

with his hands stuffed into his pockets, he hides from the cold bite while eyeing the passersby with furrowed brows, and even though the scarf hides the lower half of his face, you know he's wearing a sort of scowl. it's closer to a pout more than anything, but you won't mention it. his ears perk up at the sound of your voice calling his name and you feel warm at the sight of his face lighting up just a bit. it's cute. it's cute that he's so excited to see you.

he meets you halfway, his hands reaching for you as you close the distance between you. it's a quiet greeting, a very simple 'hi' accompanied by his scarred lips pressing against your temple as you hug him. in his arms, you feel safe. you feel at home. when he pulls away, he takes a second to look at you – the stars in your eyes, the bashful smile on your lips. toji thinks you look pretty as ever.

but his cute little daydream doesn't last.

a gasp makes its way out of the depths of his throat the second your hands cup his face, your frozen fingers sending shivers down his back.

the look on his face makes you giggle and the sound makes him furrow his brows again in return. he clicks his tongue. "you'll freeze to death."

"you'll save me."

he shakes his head with a sigh but takes your hands into his nonetheless. while keeping his, now very determined, eyes on your fingers, he brings them up to his face and gently blows warm air on them.

you hum. "my saviour."

the tips of his ears burn – his nose, his cheeks, but surely it's just because of the cold and because of his teasing lover. surely.

you see the grin he's so desperately trying to hold back and laugh at him once more. "my hero."

he grumbles. "be quiet."

he's still holding your hands, he's still warming them up. there isn't even an inkling of thought about letting you go, about letting your poor little fingers freeze. he will hold onto you for the entirety of the walk that's ahead of you. so he can keep you warm. and not because he so desperately wants to hold your fucking hand. it's not that. no way.

you lean up your toes while intertwining your fingers with his, and with no questions asked, he bends over to close the gap between you again. this is how it works. love.

a pair of cold lips meet the tip of his nose and toji lets his eyes fall shut at the sweet touch. he lets out a relieved sigh, a content one, and savours the way you smile against him. a kiss, and then another. a haste one to his lips before pulling back with that very same grin on your face that he adores so much. the kind of playful one, the one that tells him that you're going to be throw snowballs at him very soon. he loves it.

"are you going to get hot chocolate with me today, toji?"

he lets your glued together hands fall, only for you to start swinging them side to side. he doesn't tell you to stop.

"no."

"liar."

toji rolls his eyes, tonguing at his inner cheek as he does so.

"with marshmallows."

he loves you.

"with marshmallows."

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

I've never been more normal in my life.

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[araremonaka]

dont be scared monaka, make the fans cry, make them suffer. show us what ANGST you can come up with

Sorry its really bad lol

Im very much not a writer and Im just generally better at drawing out more happy stuff

So that one line about Vicky (The one about how he thought she wasnt real) got me thinking his memories of that era is probably so hazy and warped. At least for me personally a lot of my memories from that age are mushed together and really blurry. Like I remember stuff about people but it’s more like a feeling and I wouldn’t be able to give details does that make sense??? And I feel like after so many years of being separated and told Timmy doesnt know him it would just feel like they are strangers now, but also at the same time its a attachment that he just cant let go of because there is so many happy feelings associated with him.

Ghhggjhaj Im not good at explaining ideas (or drawing them out…) I have so Im really hoping my explanation makes sense

Anyway sorry I took so long I had to really really think about it cause angst and longish comics aren’t my strong suit :}}

[starflungwaddledee]

happy birthday. you are so, so loved

[biblically-accurate-dca]

painting test with a limited color palette

here's the moon equivalent!

[ruporas]

🎆 (id in alt)

[giantkillerjack]

Me: hm, I want something to put on the TV as background noise... Huh. Looks like YouTube is recommending something called The Last Unicorn. That's perfect, it's probably some old shitty animation that has aged poorly! I can watch it ironically!

Me, 2 hours later as the credits roll: *crying, cheering, buying the book, composing the songs*

Me, 2 weeks later: So I have compiled all of the quotes from the book that I think could make good tattoos, and also, HOW HAVE I NEVER LEARNED ABOUT HOW THE LAST UNICORN FUCKING SLAPS??? This gay-ass little fairytale fed my soul! Watered my crops! Transed my gender! Can't believe I heard of this story from youtube recommendations, of all places!!

[vnachtfalterv]

More Frater Imperator angst bc I am a monster😭

Aether picks up Copia, who is sitting miserably on the floor. The ghoul is worried and asks his former Papa what's on his mind.

Just a little sketch that came to my mind because I love Copia and would love to pick him up, put him in my pocket and protect him from everyone😖

He is just a little guy and needs some comfort!😭

[featheredadora]

[blackkatdraws2]

[Blank Scripts AU] Mariella

She used to be a normal human. When a Dungeon broke out from within her company without warning, she and all the people within the building were forced to act out the Scenarios given by the Dungeon to form a Story [with death as punishment for failure].

Having survived all the way till the end of the Scenarios given to them, Mariella reaches the 'eye' of the Dungeon. It gives her one wish it can grant her as congratulations for living, and she wished for ■■■ ■■■■■.

[Information Source Censored for Privacy.]

The knowledge was too great for her human mind to handle and it kills her.

The Dungeon consumes her body, but keeps her knowledge with her [to fulfill its end of the wish]. Mariella is reincarnated in the Dungeon as a character it can use and direct at will, her mind having long forgotten what happened to her but still bearing flashes of clarity in her mind.

[Because of her being human, she's not able to fully understand what these sudden flashes of knowledge are, but the Dungeon's power supporting her is making her able to not die or hurt herself upon receiving it.]

She has visions of herself dying sometimes. She doesn't get how or why. Did it happen? Is it just all in her head...?

It doesn't matter. The Narrator has a new job for her today. She'd best be going.

[floccinaucinihilipilificationa]

[itsaceokay]

I feel like people don't often fully appreciate how hard dating can be for demisexuals.

It just hit me the other day when I found out that most people are kissing by the first date and having sex by the third and to me that is just wild. And apparently, some people wait up to three months before having sex and that's seen as like a really long time and I'm sorry but is everyone okay???

After three dates a person is still a stranger and after three months they're at most an acquaintance - and people are not willing to wait longer and you'll be seen as unreasonable if you want to wait for a year or more??

[coyoteuugly]

i cheated last night

[beefcakekinard]

"i kinda can't stop thinking about him" but from tommy's perspective. this funny, sweet, gorgeous guy is interested in him and for the first time in a long, long time tommy is excited about his love life. during the date he can roll with evan's obvious nerves, and then with the revelation that he's new to his own queerness. but then it tips a little too far and so tommy gives him the out. between ending their date early and being asked for coffee, tommy can't stop thinking about evan, try as he might not to, and he just feels sad. not even disappointed, really, because he remembers what it's like to be in evan's shoes. he just keeps thinking about the dazed wonder on evan's face after he kissed him, and he thinks maybe if we'd met a few years from now, instead.

[sketchy-tour]

HELLO HI HELLO I AM!!! RECOVERING CURRENTLY!!!!

So I haven't posted in a small moment and planned to get myself going again soon but right now I am recovering from an accident (I won't get into the nitty gritty) that has left me quite shaken. FIRST OFF I AM OKAY! Minor injuries so nothing alarming I am physically fine besides being sore for a bit and some scrapes and bruises that are still healing, including my arms which is making drawing a bit difficult. I'm slowly getting better but cant really draw for long periods and honestly I might not draw much for a bit till I feel better both physically and mentally. its the mentally part that might take some time. But I'm resting, rest assured!

ANYWAY this is more just an update cause I know i've been a lil absent. ESPECIALLY after this accident. I'm not abandoning the blog by any means, def still check on tumblr but couldn't seem to muster the energy to interact with much at the moment as my brain is a little rattled up.

I hope yall are all okay! I hope your days are bright and yall are taking care of yourselves!

I promise I'm doing what I can to take care of me!