#i lagged i know LOL

[screwpinecaprice]

Got my first display tab! And the first thing I tested it with is an anime Connie sketch lol.

HUGE thank you to my supporters at Ko-fi, as that's where I got the funds. 😊😊🤗💕

Seems needed time to get used to, and I use more shortcut keys than the number of shortcut buttons on the tab; but I am already loving the it so far! My laptop, on the other hand, is not handling it too well. 😅

[spectrearia]

HAPPY MIKU DAY!!! <33

had to record an appropriate song (39 Music) for the occasion!! this is one of my faves tbh... would've been cool to have gotten a Perfect score as icing on the cake, but I'm still pretty happy with the score I did get! :'D

always love to have a reason to celebrate our fave virtual pop star, though! 39 Miku!!!

[daily-flowey]

Day 57

[pancakeke]

hotel wifi aint too good

[pourcap]

hi here's a little life update: everything sucks

[burning-cupid]

This was my final animation for my Digital art class. I have never really animated before especially with pixel art, it was really testing my patience. But think it came out great!

[just-a-speck]

Chatting to him is the only thing helping me survive this hostel

[azuremliam]

If you see @whoopsallscarab going wild with reblogs- that's me lol

[digirainebow]

listen as the local jacoblover i do have to address the charlie thing at some point. especially now that i've seen it uninterrupted and at its worst. like, i am relieved he really was never planning on hitting him, OBVIOUSLY. but he still pushed him. and calling a child a mistake is one of the most fucked up things you can possibly do in this life let alone to charlie's face. i have not forgiven jacob summers for his crimes believe me. like you are a full adult man jesus christ. doghouse for one thousand years

[airenyah]

this finally pushed me to start a tag for all my music posts lmao

[ghostoffuturespast]

Word Search Tag

Getting these off my desk before they pile up again. Thank you so much for the tags! <3

Pulling from the manuscript So It Goes.

From the lovely @therealnightcity - Read their writing here

Neon - Ch. 5 No Save Point

The regalia of neon signs and billboards was blinding as the two emerged from the dark side street onto the thoroughfare. The avenue was a long row of crowded clubs and bars. People milled about and others wove their way down the street, the smell of nicotine and alcohol hung heavily in the air, along with the smell of several other illegal substances. The two mercs casually made their way down the street and arrived at Dicky Twisters. It was hard to miss. There was a giant flashing neon penis on the roof and it was very happy to see everyone.

Knife - Ch. 17 Control

V slept when the pain would let her and woke when the nightmares wouldn’t. Some of them were her own and others were Johnny’s, the nightmarish hounds of war stalking them both. Her head felt slow and dull in her waking hours, lost amidst the incoherent fog of her brain. She felt scattered. And she felt. Fangs and claws pierced into her, wanting her for all she had, for what little was left. V missed the razor sharp focus when the neuro stims held her mind at ransom, when the knife dug in and her fear evaporated. It kept her from wandering into the dark, the black of the void. Into the gentle all consuming maw of the abyss.

Choom - Ch. 12 No Glory In The West

V sighed. “Just when I was starting to enjoy the peace and quiet. Surprised you didn’t gatecrash.” Johnny stood up, the look through his aviators blank. “Not that kind of asshole. Besides, not big on funerals and always was shitty at goodbyes. He was your best choom and I think you needed to say it. Say farewell.” She felt a pang of something that wasn’t hers. Regret? “It was good you went… Maybe now you can finally pull your head out of your ass.” He finished. And there it went.

Hope - Ch. 18 Friday Night Fire Fights

River noticed the ceramic plating covering both her palms and extending up to the pads of her fingertips as she collected her things. He groaned involuntarily as he got out of the booth, his legs finally free from their prison. River walked outside into the parking lot, V following behind him, and shrugged the collar of his coat up against the cold. It was raining steadily now, and the precipitation had washed away the smell of ozone and smog, leaving cold crisp air in it's wake. River unlocked his truck and the two of them climbed in. He relished the memorized comfort of the driver’s seat and the leg room as he looked over at V from the corner of his eye. She was clutching her coffee in one hand and her helmet in another, almost curled in on herself. River turned the ignition over in the truck. “I really hope you’re not planning on driving off.” V sniffed, a look of warning in her eyes. River reached for the temperature control dial and cranked the heat up. “Actually, was just gonna say, you look a little cold.” V blinked at him before relaxing slightly. “Oh.” She looked away and sipped more of her coffee, attempting to warm herself up.

Relic - Ch. 20 Cold Cold Cold

“Fuck!” V screamed, doubling over as the relic malfunction hit full force. She collapsed to the floor as her vision flooded into a sea of pixels. “V?!” River yelled, startled. Beemer took advantage of the confusion and lashed out at River, kicking him hard in the shin and kneeing him in the groin. River growled in pain and dropped Beemer. Now free, Beemer made a dive for V and the gun she was still clutching. A hand seized her hair and snapped her head back, she snarled, scrabbling back upright onto her knees. V could barely see and getting her body to obey through the pain was fucking agony. She held fast though, refusing to let Beemer drag her any farther back. Her feet were underneath her. He had been kind enough to give her her balance back. She stretched her arm out as far as it would go as Beemer attempted to grapple the gun from her. Letting go, she blindly tossed the pistol away, it thunked against the floor as it landed an unknown distance away from her.

From the fantastic @fly-amanitaa - Read their work here

Hands Ch. 20 Cold Cold Cold (I don't even want to know how many times I use the word hands...)

River finally broke it off and V panted, breathless. She caught his eye. The usual warm brown was replaced with something molten, hungry, but he didn’t linger very long. River shifted forward, his hands sliding off of V to rest on the desk, either side of her hips. She shivered as his hands moved, and when they abandoned her. V leaned forward to lightly bury her face into the collar of his coat, letting his scent wash over her. If she angled her head to the left, she’d be level with his jaw. V imagined running her lips, her tongue along that jaw. Down his throat. Elsewhere. River’s attention went to the Tyger with the katana. “What does it look like we’re doing? You mind?” His voice was husky next to her ear. It made the flush that had crept over V’s face darker. “Me and the lady are a little busy here.” V glanced back at the Tygers over her shoulder, she was still hanging off River’s neck with one arm. The gold skirt of her dress bunched up around her hips, River standing in between her splayed legs. A notification in her optics told her the upload had finished. “Got it.” V whispered in River’s ear.

Beautiful Ch. 33 Wolf

Night had descended fully, darkness bending around the lights scattered around the trailer park while moths butted into them. The desert air hung cool and still while warmth emanated up from packed earth. River glanced around the haphazard alleys made by the trailers, listened to the calm that had settled in after a hectic afternoon. His eyes wandered over her, standing there, finding her in the moment. Finding the ways the sparse light cast shadows on her skin, how her clothes both accentuated and buried her body, how the scars told of pain and perseverance. Someone so imperfectly beautiful. Her eyes turned up to him, brown catching amber.

Agitated - Ch. 34 RAM RAID

Elizabeth sat huddled on the sofa, smoke wafting away from her. She rubbed her temples as she took another agitated drag, staring forlorn at the empty decorative bowl squatting on the coffee table. There was a snubbed filter already sitting in the ashtray in front of her. River started with something easy. Obvious. “Elizabeth, you never noticed anything out of the ordinary before with SSI? Any suspicious behavior?” She brought the cigarette up to her lips, eyes flicking away along with the ash she dusted off. “No… What else did you manage to find?”

Blurred - Ch. 37 The Denial Twist

The steady plink of water dripped over the hum of machinery in the ill-lit basement clinic. That faucet forever broken. Never to be fixed. The lone operating light blinded overhead, washing out the background and overexposing everything it touched. Blurred the photo. The memory of the moment. Sickening shades of yellow-green and violet darted across her skin underneath the black ink of her tattoos and the raised flesh of a thousand scars.

Drunk - Ch. 8 Tatted On My Face

Jackie was taking up the couch, gently snoring and sleeping off his pain meds. Misty had her socked feet curled up underneath her and looked perfectly cozy in her fluffy cardigan. V had changed out of her club clothes, bare foot in a baggy t-shirt and athletic shorts, and was currently stuffing as much biryani as she could get onto a spoon into her mouth. She was hungry and desperately needed the food to soak up the two gimlets, flute of champagne, and three shots of tequila she'd drunk earlier.

I love doing these but not tagging anyone today. Next round...

[sad--tree]

well shit. just checked out the lineup 4 bluesfest this year and i may have 2 actually brave the crowds 4 once. there might just be enough ppl id wanna see to make it worth it, altho tbh matthew good is almost enough for that on his own lol coz like. matthew good!!! that's the music of my freakin childhood man!! (*the most canadian sentiment ever)

[imwritesometimes]

I am once again seeing the wordcount and contemplating starting over entirely 😞😬🙃🥴

[citrine-elephant]

this is the first time i've felt a minecraft update "doesn't feel like minecraft". the look of the new blocks just feels weird to me. more like a mod.

but that in NO WAY MEANS that i'm NOT excited for it. i'm just a minecraft boomer now, i guess lol. my "cutoff" was 1.20. i grew up on it and played uhh beta i guess? whatever dropped *first* on the legacy console edition before they started updating it.

again, i'm excited! i'm in no way opposed. i'm gonna love it once it drops, i'm sure.

seeing the direction the game has been going has been so neat. new world gen? new trees? better animated mobs? quality of life for all different types of gamers??? awesome as hell. 1.21 might not be "for me" since it already seems mostly combat/maybe pvp related? and that's dope nonetheless.

i just love the funny block game. and even if new updates don't vibe? i can avoid what i dislike. :) <3

[galaxywhale]

i hate technology

[hiriaeth]

Cackling at 60%+ Canadians pulling the plug…