#i'm v much here for it tho

[spokenfromtheheartandsoul]

kind of obsessed with how the plot synopsis for The Eclipse’s portion of Our Skyy 2 is SO unserious like it’s literally just: it’s been months and wat’s friends are STILL somehow finding themselves roped into every single film he makes. thua has parted ways with writing canon-divergent fanfic semi-autobiographical screenplays due to his recent discovery of the big wide infinite world of ✨Alternate Universes✨. first up on the roster is a Totally Spies AU followed by a Brokeback Mountain AU starring akk and aye & sponsored by the costume budget wat has inexplicably procured. for undisclosed reasons however the script has specified that kan be shirtless when he punches that guy

[ryllen]

[kindahoping4forever]

Goodnight 🖤

[pinkyjulien]

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[deeisace]

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[byanyan]

he knows how they feel about birthdays, so he doesn’t go all out for theirs…. in terms of traditional birthday stuff. he’s still surprising them with breakfast, waking up hours before the sun rises to prepare. he still spent a long time picking out things to get them, and he still has a day planned for them, one that consists on their favorite things.

for now, he’s opening the door to the bedroom, carrying a plate of breakfast in one hand, and presents in the other. “ i know you don’t like today, so i didn’t go all out, but i just… wanted you to know how special you are. ” the presents are sat down by their feet, and the plate of gyeran bap is sat down on their lap.

there are four total packages, all wrapped in pink, all varying in size. the biggest package is a kuromi plush, not as large as the life size one, but still pretty big. the next one, a medium sized package, is probably the most cheesy. it’s a picture book, filled to the brim with photos, starting from when they first started dating, to where they are now. the smaller box holds a pink lighter, one that has their name engraved in it. and the last box, the smallest box, contains a rose gold necklace, with a kuromi and my melody pendant.

“ i was thinking we could go out later, do the things you like to do. you know, starting fires, breaking things. and we can visit your favorite place, too. get something for dinner and eat it on the rooftop? what do you say? ”

( have some college stuff maybe? )

ㅤalthough they've been awake for a while now, it's only the sound of the bedroom door opening that finally stops byan from trying to go back to sleep. stirring from their curled position, the smell of freshly prepared food draws their gaze over to sol as he approaches, but it's the sight of the meal paired with the stack of gifts he brings with him that makes them doubletake. scrambling to sit up, they stare wide-eyed and slack-jawed — first at the delicious smelling gyeran bap which finds their lap, then the collection of presents that are piled at their feet, and finally at their boyfriend's stunning face.

birthdays... still aren't their their favourite days. admittedly, they have gotten a bit more enjoyable over the last few years, but they still bring up a lot of unpleasant feelings and memories. somehow, they suspect they'll always find themself surprised when sol remembers and wants to celebrate. (too used to being forgotten and ignored, it's never been easy to move past that feeling of being unwanted. it's been ingrained too deeply within them from too young an age.) they also suspect that the emotional impact of this, of being remembered and loved and having such a big and significant show of it, will continue to overwhelm them year after year.

ㅤㅤ" babe, sol— how's this not all out? this is so much, y'didn't... y'didn't hafta do all this. "ㅤbut that doesn't mean they don't appreciate it a whole hell of a lot. still processing everything, from the gifts to the food to the words he's spoken, byan's gaze falls to the meal in their lap, which smells absolutely fucking delicious, though they don't grab for the spoon just yet. nor do they reach for the presents, curious as they might be to find out what's inside each. instead, they remain still, seated in a baffled silence as sol's words sink in and a multitude of emotions bubble up.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤlook at how much he cares. look at how much he loves you. you don't deserve all this. you don't deserve him.

before the first tear can fall, byan lurches forward. arms wrap tightly around their boyfriend's shoulders and pull him in closer as they bury their face against the side of his head, sniffling softly.

ㅤㅤ" i'd love that. all of it. just— so, so much. thank you. "ㅤtheir voice wobbles slightly, but the words themselves are full of conviction, of an earnest gratitude which they don't express often. he cares about them, he loves them so much, and they are so impossibly grateful for it. ...it's something they think they don't show him often or well enough.

with another quiet sniff, they tip their face back and press a gentle, lingering kiss above sol's ear, burying it in his hair.

ㅤㅤ" y'really are tryin'a make this the best day ever, aren'tcha? "ㅤdespite the embarrassment they feel for letting their emotions get the better of them, for the tears which roll silently down their cheeks and drip onto his shirt, an affectionate smile pulls at their lips.ㅤ" homecooked breakfast in bed, a stack'a presents with my name on it, destroyin' shit, an' dinner on the rooftop? an' all'a that with my favourite fuckin' person? y'know me way too well. i love you. "

another smattering of loving kisses is spread across the side of their boyfriend's head and face, byan giving him one final squeeze before releasing him to set their sights on the gyeran bap they're dying to tuck in to.

devouring the dish in near record time, all while leaning against sol and eagerly discussing his plans for the day with him, it's only once they've set their plate aside that they finally allow their attention to settle once more on the gifts still waiting for them. one by one byan tears into them, and with each gift opened comes more blubbering and more kisses, more thank yous and i love yous and oh my god it's fucking perfects. it's the photo album, however, that really gets them. a book full of all their most treasured memories, and confirmation that those moments meant as much to sol as they had to them? that one, they spend more time on, flipping through the pages and blinking tears out of their eyes so they can actually see each photo. all of the gifts are amazing, they plan to never take the necklace off or use another lighter again, but the photobook... that one's special. that one, they're going to come back to any time they have a bad day. they only hope that the kiss sol gets for it, square on the lips and wet with their tears, really conveys just how much it means to them. how much he means to them.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤi don't know where i'd be without you.

[saphushia]

Hiii i saw ur digimon vtamer art and ate thst as if it was water in the desert and wanted to check yout art and saw u also did a bit of arta about the 2020 reboot and im sorry taichi MIASMAFIED??? So i started watchijg it and HUH??? THEY DID THAT TO HIM??? and then hes??? Fine??? Apparently?? And i stopped watching cause boi they never stop getting into situations™ and i got overwhelmed so anyways love your art overall keep the good work your miasma taichi will haunt me from now on 👍

auhdskfjgh oh no you watched 2020 cause of me??? i'm so sorry sdkfgbkj. like listen as someone who absolutely adores digimon and pretty much every digimon property. i do not think 2020 is very good skdjfgb. it's the only digimon anime where i've had to skip episodes because they were just so boring. which drives me all the more insane because, as a whole, i think 2020 sucks, but there's just a smattering of things that are SO FUCKING COOL!!! LIKE TAI GETTING FUCKED UP BY THE MIASMA!! and then they just do NOTHING with that ever again!! I'M STILL SO UPSET OVER THAT AUGH. and it's so pretty too!!! augh. hell.

anyways tho. i'm glad you liked my v-tamer stuff! i really wish there was more fanbase for v-tamer sdkfgb. as a special treat i'll give you these old (2019... ouch sdfjbgk) post story doodles i never posted appearantly dsfkjbj

[despairforme]

Had a dream he was eating french fries. Woke up. No french fries.

[awkward-smirks]

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[chipped-chimera]

Ugh I honestly don't know if the midday energy crashes were better or worse anymore 🫠

[easyhotdog]

having summers off as a teacher is NOT it!! mainly because it's forced unemployment, but also because you end up with WAY too much free space in your brain to obsess over fictional gays. jfc put me out of my misery.

[puppys-rhythm-heaven]

tbh the thing that bothers me most about the prequels isn't so much that they exist (though it does baffle me, some of them are pretty good tho) but that the music doesn't match the actual game's at all. like. sequels consistently remix the original game's music. prequels don't do that at all. even for, like, fillbots, shoot-'em-up and micro-row, where the sequels' music is basically identical to the original's. none of the prequels have music that matches the actual game's. ,,, which actually makes sense given that prequel rhythm rally's music has test in it file name i'm pretty sure klsdfjfldksdfjdfsfs-

[lemememeringue]

we've reached the Scratched The Surface part of therapy.

[an-organized-confusion]

I’m listening to an electro-swing radio to get my head back into writing this Promethean!Janus fic.

Even tho given the location - a small town in the middle of the Dust Bowl’d probably have more of a folk, blues, and bluegrass-y scene (than swing/jazz).

(Totally gonna have Virgil singing some blues at the end here.)

[laurabenanti]

to the very very kind person who sent me two prompts on this ask game that i have not posted/responded to:

i promise i am going to do them still. i got a little preoccupied and my brain did not want to work. i appreciate you much and please know i'll post them this weekend at the latest!

[sinfvlwishs]

( brief lurking break to say that ryan will fight whoever talked shit about mammon >.> )