#im so glad so many people love it

[stil-lindigo]

lighthearted.

if this comic resonated with you, please consider donating to this palestinian escape fund (vetted by @/nabulsi and @/el-shab-hussein) as it is less than $7,000 away from it's goal.

i turn 24 today. To celebrate, I made this comic to be a spiritual successor to lead balloon, a comic in which I talked about the darkest period of my life so far.

A lot has changed since my 23rd birthday and this one. My priorities have shifted a lot, in ways that I think are mostly good. But i think the best part about today is that suicide has gone back to being a far away notion. I'm really lucky, and I'm grateful for that.

[howlonomy]

Monster Clover, like this is so awesomecool.

They're such a little beast and it is amazing and please i need more, like written text even i just need the juicy lore and emotional moments that are circling in ur brain.

HAT: RETRIEVED!!

[hysteriafossil]

guess who finished tlok tonight and immediately had this come to him in a vision!!!!

[iknaenmal]

Please look at her

[feelo-fick]

WELCOME TO PHIO'S EXTREMELY SELF INDULGENT AU HOUR!!!

"Oh, FINALLY, another visitor! It's so quiet in here, it's unnerving..."

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This AU was meant to be posted on halloween but eh.... Happy Thanksgiving? HAHAHHA

still dont have a name for it, but basically, back in october i was suddenly hit with the need to have a halloween au, so now we have ghost-ified prismo and vampire/witch-ified scarab :D ( although didnt finish the scarab reference spread in time because uh, school and i lost motivation unfortunately )

au synopsis and rambling below the cut!!

the premise of this au is simple : scarab is a real estate agent whos known for his manners ( never barges in, always waits to be invited! though it is a little weird how he keeps asking to be let inside even if they already agreed that he was going to come over... ) and efficiency at his job - that is, convincing people to buy high-end housing for a good price. although his social skills need some... work, his ability to persuade people isnt something to be laughed at.

unfortunately for him, persuading the higher-ups is a completely different story - which he learned the hard way after flunking something big for the company. they dont choose to fire him, no. instead, they put him through a trial, assigning him to sell their most unprofitable property : the mansion in a small town locally known for being haunted by an "evil spirit". if scarab manages to sell it (for good profit) within six months, he is excused and is able to go on with his job. if not... well, best not to think about it, yes? after all, he'll succeed with ease - all he has to do is dispel any worries about some fake "ghost" that only exists as a result of filthy rumors. maybe clean up the place. not too hard, right?

meanwhile, stuck inside said mansion is an extremely bored prismo. hes been hangin around this place for like... how many years now? forty? a hundred? meh, all the same, lately the place has been quieter than usual. i mean- of course people dont just walk into a creepy mansion every day, but there would usually be at least a few bold kids or vloggers coming in now and then for him to entertain but even then they wouldn't stay long ( for obvious reasons ). and now, just some unbound spirits or dumb animals would pass by and thats about it. a guy can only entertain himself for so long, yknow?

that is, until today. when some posh-looking business man entered the premises and started snooping around ( whats the deal with that, by the way?? ). must be prismo's lucky day!! this is the perfect chance to pull out all the stops and play the FUNNIEST prank ever! hah!

... oh. looks like things've gotten a little out of hand.

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WOOT WOOT WOOTTTTTTTTTTT!!! im so so happy to finish this because ohhhhh my god this has taken ages for no reason other than the fact that ive been really dragging myself to make presentable art JSNDJSJXNSJX.... i realize that i have never worked in real estate ( or at all ) which means i have probably fucked something up but uhh um ill deal with the backlash later :"D im also realizing how many odd unanswered bits and bobs this au is going to have in the future, which... i am ignoring for the most part for now, but there are SOME things that i DO have figured out like ghost lore... but thats for another time, for now i leave you with this >:)

[luck-of-the-drawings]

POOR GABRIEL MONTEZ! YOU NEVER SAW THIS COMING DID YOU? ALL YOU WANTED WAS POWER. SECURITY. SAFETY. & THATS EXACTLY WHAT YOU GOT! JUST IN EXCHANGE FOR YOUR BODY. LETS JUST HOPE NO ONE FUCKS THIS UP. LETS JUST HOPE YOU WONT HAVE TO CLEAN UP THE MESS.

[transfem-kirito-truther]

Hello!!! Ever since I stumbled unto your blog I am a fervient follower of Trans Kirito!! So!!! I made this puppygirl fanart as a gift!!!

Here's the sketch of the first face I was gonna draw :3

OH MY GODDDDDDD??????? I LOVE HER????????????? This is becoming my phone background I swear to god oml thank you ohhhhh I love her dbdhgxhdhxh

[crescentfool]

the persona 3 protagonist 25th anniversary nui in food appliances!

[bistaxx]

AND HGDUO/GOSSIPDUO/QMOCKINGJAYS YOU WILL ALWAYS BE FAMOUS!!!

[blueskittlesart]

i’m so used to how you draw zelda that whenever i see someone else draw her it’s literally like. skinny person jumpscare.

literally being a fat zelda truther is so hard bc why do people insist on drawing the girl like she's never had a meal in her life. put some meat on her bones please god she is starving

[ananxiousgenz]

(I know said art would happen, but uh, this happened first. Enjoy?)

1/?

John Doe stood in the cold water of the river. His feet were buried is thick, stoney sand. The surface of the icy water drifting softly past, half way up his shins. He leaned down, and scooped water up with both his hands. Quickly bringing it to his forehead, he splashed it over his hair. Rivulets dripped down the back of his head, and down his face. Leaving fresh chilly trails over his cheeks and lips.

He could feel the first shivers of true cold take in his muscles. His arms and hands were beginning to shake. His fingertips, and toes had gone numb too many minutes before. John knew his bath would have to be cut short. He looked further down stream where Akke stood in the water. Her head hung down to drink. John watched her, as a shiver ran up his spine, somewhat envious of her constitution to the cold.

“Ah! Dammit,” came a hiss behind him.

Akke’s head snapped up. She looked in John’s direction, past him. Her ears moving back and forth. There was a deep, exasperated, long sigh behind John. Akke snorted, and with a swish of her tail, turned and trotted slowly away, further down stream.

Every fiber of John’s being wanted to follow her. To get out of the icy water, and go warm up at their small camp.

But something deeper kept him rooted, as his toes grew colder. Frozen in place.

“Guess that fall was worse than you thought,” John said, trying to sound as cold as the river around them.

A series of low grumbles, and indistinguishable curses muttered low, was all that answered him.

John chanced a glance behind him. Turning ever so slightly, as not to disturb the water. Pressing his frozen, wet fingers under his arms, close to his ribs. Trying to warm them.

Arthur Lester sat naked on a rock, a little further upstream. His back to John, only his feet in the water. An empty burlap sack draped over his lap for decency, John could see the ends hanging over Arthur’s thighs. Scars dotted Arthur’s back. Some white in the late day sun, some pink, still fresh and healing. But the most obvious blemish against his skin, was a deep blue and purple bruise over his left shoulder blade. It had grown angry, and speckled as the days passed. Arthur had been moving slowly, and found it hard to use the arm since John had helped set it back in place.

Guilt ate at John’s stomach as he turned to fully gaze at the deep mark. Lost in thought. It was his fault. He hadn’t told Arthur in time. He had been too distracted as they ran, dodging bullets. Arthur had fallen so far. John had expected to find him dead when he reached the bottom of the hole. But he survived, and John was so, so thankful.

But he could never tell Arthur that.

Never.

“If you had just stopped when I—-,” John started, turning away, his words and tone betraying the concern, and the guilt, and the desire to find somewhere safe for Arthur to mend while John—-

“Oh shut up, John.”

Arthur’s retort was sharp, and quick. John’s every muscle froze, his mouth clicking shut. His teeth rattling his skull, as the cold suddenly felt so much colder. He felt so small. The guilt overwhelmed his gut. Arthur didn’t sound angry. Or even irritated. He sounded tired.

And above all.

Disappointed.

John saw Arthur’s head sink low out of the corner of his eye. He saw the fingers of Arthur’s right hand run through his dark blonde hair. His shoulders dropped, and he hissed in pain.

“Just…,” Arthur started, but he trailed off, and sighed, interrupting himself.

His head came back up, his shoulders too. But he didn’t spare John even a glance.

“If you’re not going to help. Just be quiet,” Arthur said sternly, resuming reaching slowly down into the water, with only one hand this time.

Arthur knew it was John’s fault. He knew that between their mission against Larson, and whatever had happened in the cabin. The fireworks they would never speak of again. John had been distracted. He had pit distance between them. A barrier. All to protect some part of John he wouldn’t talk to Arthur about.

And to Arthur’s credit, he hadn’t pushed John. He knew it was there. But John would either tell Arthur himself, or keep it locked away.

Arthur had agreed to work with John, and that was that.

Which is why it had hurt so much when Arthur forgave John for not warning him of the hole in time. Causing Arthur to fall so far into a hidden shaft. It resulted in a few fractured ribs, a dislocated arm, and a gash on his head, that would eventually give Arthur a new scar at the edge of his hair line.

John almost wished Arthur had yelled, screamed, maybe even punched him.

But upon waking up, all he did was tell John, “Its okay. I’m alive. Its okay.”

John stared at Arthur, as he carefully scooped up water. One handful at a time. Splashing his hair, scoop, his face, scoop, his chest, scoop.

He pressed his lips together, and after a brief, but deep thought, he turned to walk up upstream. The current wasn’t strong, but each step felt unreasonably heavy. Like John was walking against white rapids.

Water splashed on the rocks of the shore as John finally came up behind Arthur. Making sure their skin didn’t touch. Arthur stilled, feeling the heat from John’s skin despite the temperature still returning to his limbs.

“What do you need help with?” John said in a small voice.

I. YOU. I JUST. I WAS CHECKING THIS HELLSITE ONE LAST TIME BEFORE BED AND I FIND THIS SLIPPED IN MY ASKS???? CASUALLY?????? LIKE ITS NO BIG DEAL????? OH MY GOD???????? JAW IS QUITE LITERALLY ON THE FLOOR RN.

@percymawce-arts DUDE COME LOOK AT THIS OH MY GOD

[die-with-me-dazai]

Everyone out here "omg the anime cut this omg the anime cut that how COULD they omg I hope they don't adapt this LN or I hope they do adapt this LN....." etc etc and I'm just here like "damn I'm so glad bungou stray dogs has an anime and we're getting new seasons"

I'm just genuinely happy to have anything at all

Is the anime adaptation perfect? No of course not

Am I just happy the anime is still ongoing? Absofuckinglutely

[pastadoughie]

2 stupid with computers to rlly feel welcome in old web communities 2 good with computers to handle being around ppl my age who cant handle having to unzip a folder 2 autistic about blinkies to exist around anybody inbetween

[faaun]

my research partner and i are huddled in a blanket in paddington waiting for a too-late train i already miss you and you and you

[twentyonefirstmates]

Just looked at the digital remains again and oh my god why are we not talking more about the original lyrics to backslide

If I were to backslide, tell everyone we know

Thanks for the last time they came out

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Why did I not thank you more, saving me those other times

(Don't you dare jump in)

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I'd rather you hurt me, than do nothing at all

I'd rather you let me down, than just gas me up

I'd rather you cuse me, than do nothing at all

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You won't make a sound, pick someone else I won't be around

Trapped inside your smile, don't put me on trial

Don't you see you take, everything from me

[oya-oya-okay]

I love how a bunch of people (me included) collectively agreed that shishio needs more attention

omg... IT'S SO CUTE..😭😭😭 REALLY CUTE!! Thank you very much!!💕💕💕