#i wanna b better again

[stardial]

ughhh i cant sleep :(

[cimicherrychanga]

i NEED to get a little treat or ill go insane

[shi0n]

having a decent salary and thus being able to spend more money on food has me obsessing over the idea of cooking for other people

[fereldanwench]

If you think Night City is dangerous, just wait 'till you get to the Badlands. [x]

mods: goro's clothes | valerie's clothes + acc | valerie's hair ⚠️ do not reupload or edit my shots without my permission ⚠️

[kissmefriendly]

Season 2 of Victoriocity really just makes me a soft pliable wreck. It’s like the platonic ideal of a perfect season of a noir detective show. I love season 1 but the Vidoq plot line just hits so hard especially as the plot unfolds

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[altruistic-meme]

i hate that i can't just stay in the position i like and am very good at and expect to ever start making more money. i don't have interest in climbing the ladder, i like my current position. i am good at my current position. literally everyone i work with will tell you that i'm really fucking good at my job. why can i not just get more money to keep being good at my current position?

[xannerz]

roblox death noise

[trainingdummyrabbit]

ok!!! time to work on that thing i said id finish ages ago!!! [instead spends an hour researching animals for character fursonas]

[twistedappletree]

we could be really cute roller skating besties who jam to vaporwave and mallsoft in the city at sunset but nobody i know wants to leAVE THEIR FUCKING HOUSE & TRY NEW THINGS

[pegasusdrawnchariots]

the eternal question: is scheduling w friends as an adult That Hard or am I just bad at it

[inutaffy]

idk have u guys considered that if we get an angsty confession the GA would call them toxic yes or no

[fedoraspooky]

Holy Hell! Spooky, is that you? I haven't seen you in forever! It's me, "Jackmunch." How have you been?

Oh snap, Jackmunch! I remember you from the Ancient Times! 8D Man yeah it's been ages, I've been up to a lot since I ventured away from dA back in like... 2011-ish? Went to college, graduated, worked several jobs ranging from retail to being a costumed mascot at a theme park to animation cleanup and storyboards- not for tv animation though sadly, I'm still working on trying to break into that one. XD ; Currently got some freelance stuff going, but yeah mainly just trying to make ends meet through the whole animation industry drought. It's been a looooong decade or so.

But yeah, sadly I lost track of a lot of peeps when I left for tumblr all those years ago. Probs didn't help I went with another username because 'spookydoom' was already taken here when I signed up. :B Glad to see you're still around and makin' stuff!

[ctommy]

decided im gonna cosplay cucurucho so im looking @ shoes for it and so many results are shien and amazon . Im gonna have to go to a real shoe store 😢

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[killuaisaprincess]

when the first love ends

it hurts so much, the pressure building and clenching against his lungs, making it hard to breathe. It’s okay. He can feel Alluka’s warmth nearby. It’s okay.

It’s okay.

He loves Alluka. He loves Nanika. When that memory had been torn out of him, it left an odd feeling of cold, rotting in his bones. A cold he could bear, even if it made him shake on some nights. It was filled when he got to see her again. Them again.

He made this choice. He made it.

Warmth surges through his back, and he jumps, wiping away tears.

“Big Brother. I don’t mind, you know. We don’t mind. As long as we get to spend time with you, we can do it with sixty other people!”

Alluka spreads out her arms as wide as she can to make a point, grinning.

B-but…

What does it matter…?

That’s not what Gon wants…

That’s never been… Killua’s never been part of Gon’s goal; he’s just a thorn in his side.

He can feel the pressure of two hands, this time pushing him forward, and he stumbles.

It feels like a dream, walking forward in a daze; while both the hands had been Alluka’s, something made it feel like both of theirs, Nanika and Alluka’s pushing him on.

A blur of monochrome colors, until he sees that green, and he reaches out and grabs just the edge of Gon’s sleeve.

Time starts to move again before he can take it back. He can’t stop the overflow of the tears, or the trembling of his fingers, grasping on by a thread, a hiccup leaving his lips, followed by a set of words.

“D-Don’t go…”

He starts to sob, crashing to the floor, his knees scraping against the ground and tearing skin, as he lets go of Gon’s sleeve.

This is just a tantrum.

Gon looks shell-shocked. Of course, he does… Killua can feel Alluka’s palm on his back; she stands there unwavering as he curls up, burying his face into his sleeves, wailing.

“K-Killua…”

He doesn’t want to hear that rejection burn his ears. Even though he braces for it, taking comfort in Alluka’s warmth upon his back.

“Killua.”

Gon leans down, and Killua slowly lowers his arms, afraid.

Gon doesn’t look mad; he has a sad smile as he gently holds a hand out.

“Killua. When’s the last time you got some decent sleep?”

When…?

Has he ever… even…? It’s been forever…

He shakes his head, sniffling, and Gon smiles softly, getting on one knee and gesturing his hand out more for Killua.

“Ooohh… Gon, you’re kinda acting like a prince on a white horse right now…!”

Alluka giggles, reassuringly patting Killua’s back.

“Although, mmm, your outfit kinda sucks…”

Gon hates him…

Gon laughs, looking up at her, using his free hand to rub his neck, sticking his tongue out.

“You and Killua are pretty alike; he’s told me the same thing!”

Gon must hate him now…

“Killua?”

Killua looks up slowly, tears dripping down his face, and he rubs at his flushed cheeks in a daze.

Gon hates him…

But Gon isn’t wearing a scowl, just a gentle, concerned smile.

“Can you stand?”

Alluka removes her hand, taking a hop back, and Killua reaches out slowly, all so tentatively grasping Gon’s hand with dainty fingers.

Gon pulls him up gently, and Killua stumbles right into Gon’s arms, and Gon catches him, a strong arm around his waist.

“Careful.”

Idiot. Idiot. Idiot.

Tears well up in his eyes again, and he leans down, pressing his face into Gon’s chest.

Ba bump. Ba bump.

Breathe.

Breathe…!

“Sorry, I’m so sorry.”

‘You should be! I had to run myself around ragged for you!’

Killua can’t even bring himself to play it off like that again, shaking his head, his legs buckling.

Gon catches him before he falls, scooping him up in his arms.

Killua presses his hand to Gon’s chest, feeling the warmth through his fingers.

Warm.

Warm…

Warm-

“Killua! Killua?”

He snaps out of his daze, gasping; Gon’s staring at him with a guilty look, Alluka’s hand hovering near.

“I’m sorry, I really-!”

Killua cuts him off, wrapping his arms around Gon’s neck and hugging tightly, burying his face between the midpoint of his chest and neck.

Gon’s breath gets caught in his throat.

“Killua…?”

Gon holds him closer, trying to give comfort, which he isn’t sure he’s allowed to give.

Killua looks up, his nose bright red from crying, that hue splattered across the rest of his face, even reaching his ears.

“Idiot! Stop apologizing! I-I don’t want it…”

He tucks his chin down, biting on his lower lip.

“I-I…”

“We just want you to stay.”

Alluka steps in front of Gon’s path, arms behind her back, feet pressed together.

Killua can feel the color drain from his face, and he hides in Gon’s jacket, he doesn’t want to let go, but he wants to cover his ears…

“Of course. You know… maybe I’ll have Ging look for me!”

Killua uncurls his fingers slowly, unaware he had been gripping Gon’s jacket so tightly.

“Right?”

Killua peeks up slowly, and Gon beams down at him.

Killua nods slowly, giving a small soft grin.

“Right… That’s what the idiiiiottttt gets!”

He looks over at Alluka, who giggles.

thank you…