#inhales DEEPLY

[zivazivc]

All my queens so far ❤ or at least all of the ones I have designs for

bonus drawing from a long time ago of another babygirl who will never exist as long as I'm sane:

[goodomensao3tagoftheday]

[soulshards]

Viera April 2025 #12 Embrace

In your warmth. ft @midnightmagicks

Prompt Lists ∙ ∙ ∙

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

Foul Legacy meeting you, an astronomer studying at Sumeru's famous Akademiya. it's at night, several hours after most students have gone to sleep, apart from the ones in your Darshan, of course- your evenings are mostly spent outside somewhere quiet, looking up at the night sky with a lantern to keep you company. it's lovely and beautiful, the constellations twinkling above as you write your papers, if a little lonely; your classmates aren't really up for idle chatter most of the time. but it's alright, really. the silence doesn't get to you at all.

everything is fine.

normally your stargazing sessions are spent in silent contemplation, but one night you begin hearing rustling noises in the foliage behind you. yet when you turn, there's nothing- and no one- there, and you can only look back up with a slight frown. the rustling continues, slowly transitioning into the soft sound of heavy footsteps on moss as a presence tentatively settles next to you. you're not going to look. you're not going to look. you're not going to look-

you peek over, and let out a yelp at the monster sitting beside you, scrambling to get away.

the next moments are a flurry of chirps and yells and ruffled fur, the creature bowing his head and whining apologetically, carefully picking up a piece of paper you had dropped and holding it out to you as a peace offering. he purrs deeply when you eventually approach and take it from him, his claws barely even leaving a mark on the delicate parchment. the beast glances at the ground then back up to you, silently moving so you can sit back down exactly where you were, and when you tentatively cross your legs he curls up at your side, not touching, but simply looking up at the stars with the same awe that's always in your eyes.

you hesitate again, before reaching out and slowly setting a hand in the monster's soft hair, and are met with soft, happy purrs.

[pwurrz]

guys. guys the top isn’t going to be kuya it can’t be he literally just had an event not to mention he had FOUR last year it literally doesn’t make any sense for it to be kuya. or blade for that matter!!! they just got an event!!!! it’s probably going to be yakumo and i say this not because i’m biased but because that’s what makes the most sense. they know yakumo makes them money that’s why they gave him an event exclusive sr so they’re not going to go over 6 months without a yakumo ssr. honestly i feel like he as supposed to be in the christmas event but they didn’t want to repeat the idol fest banner so they threw kuya in there instead. he is long overdue for an event.

[diivineray]

Ouch. . . why you naughty boy. . .

[ghostchems]

so here’s a little teaser of something I’ve been working on that is the most self indulgent specific thing I’ve ever written… i promise you it will be nasty but this is sfw :)

You’ve managed to get deep into the book, getting lost in the world of fae as you sip your cider. That is, until the gentlemen start growing more and more rambunctious. You bristle from the noise, trying desperately to sink into the fantasy world but to no avail. With a growl, you clap your book shut and sink into your barstool. The noise behind you quiets down and you think maybe you’ve acted too dramatic — this isn’t your bar, after all. You take your glass and bring it to your lips to drink down the rest of your cider. Unfortunately, you feel that your best move is to head home to enjoy some silence. You start to pack up your things when a white gloved hand lands on your book and inches it just out of your grasp.

“I hope my friends aren’t being too loud for you, principessa?” The words roll off Terzo’s tongue with his heavy Italian accent. His eyes are devastating, one soft green and one piercing white, seemingly staring right through you, coupled with the stark black and white paint on his face. He appears to be middle aged, wrinkles adoring his handsome features. Your mouth opens to say something but the words dry up, caught off guard by his appearance. His raven hair seems to be expertly tousled, most of it slicked back with a few strands falling into his forehead and he wears an easy, charming smile. “Allow us to make it up to you, eh? Come sit with us and we’ll take care of your drinks for the rest of the afternoon.”

You peer over his shoulder and you’re met with another pair of mismatched eyes, one cool teal and the other a striking black with orange iris, scars along the same side of his face. His hair is a dark brown and slicked back with some gray streak, one hand carding through it while his other long fingers drum along the back of his seat. He looks unamused and uninterested in whatever is going on over at your table. The other man waves his equally long fingers at you, finding his caramel brown eyes and a more sinister grin plastered across his face. His hair is a light brown and is pushed back as well but there are small curls at the base of his neck and around his ears. He looks much more normal than the other too but there’s something dark about the way his eyes drag over your figure. You suck in a breath, all of them being attractive in their own way but it doesn’t make you feel any more at ease.

[slythereen]

see. i’m really amused to see mercedes charles taking over f1twt because it shows the masses understand our struggle. BUT…

i’m already overly loyal to rbr charles and i am Actively Dismayed to see merc charles currently prevailing🧍🏼‍♀️

[lover-of-skellies]

Side eyes the YN x incubus/succubus concept from yesterday despite still working on my main fic

[ribbonspice]

For my 10,700th post, I'm displaying my cookie husbando to everyone.

shampoo commercial

[sunlitsighs]

i feel nauseous and i'm almost completely certain i have a fever 👍🏼 not having a good time at all

[riyu-the-visual-kei-junkie]

Not me finding otome isekai novel translations 👀👀👀👀

ALSO NOT ME FINDING THE INCEST TAG IN SAID NOVEL TRANSLATION WEBSITES 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵♥��♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️

LETS FUCKING GO BITCHES!!!!!!

God I wish I could just download a pdf file so I can slyly read these in the office FUCK

[neccturtle]

she was in fact, not ok.

(link to the episode)

she ok??

(link to the post)

[rockwgooglyeyes]

In and of itself, Nowhere is the prophecy that Ivan has written for himself, one of self destruction. Fitting for one of the most tragic characters in this show, the one whose love was requited but who never let it be anything due to his own stubbornness and blindness. Not only that but the way that he thinks of himself, as a monster who only serves to hurt those who he loves, is something that proves not to be true, necessarily, but it proves to be true through Ivan's twisted worldview as he hurt Sua by making fun of her sacrifice and he hurt Till by kissing him at the worst possible time. This song, Ivan's first solo since Black Sorrow, echoes that in being another self-fulfilling prophecy of Ivan's, another lie that he told himself so many times that he made it come true.

The repetition of musical elements such as the lifting scale of chimes, the swing of the instrumentals, the snare and percussion being pretty much the same every time only adding to the sensation of mounting foreboding up and up, a rising action that continues to rise but never truly reaches a climax, no culmination, no conclusion until death. My friend Zen (@verdantlights) called it eerie, and I agree. The way that the song all comes together, it feels like a tragedy unfolding in front of you, over and over, one that you know will happen and yet you can do nothing to prevent. It's almost like the "tainted history" that Ivan talks of, the repetition of events again and again over time, the way that history seems to be cyclical and we, as humans, never seem to truly learn.

In certain ways, the song is about the way that the perceived reality of the world and the world's actual reality are very, very different things. Considering the line about "a stiff dream dyed in rose-colored hues" that slowly changed to a dream dyed purple, to a dream dyed black, it is the way that when we are children we are able to hope for a better future than the one we think will actually come and how as we age, we are traumatized by the world to the point where we can no longer hope for anything better. Becoming someone who dismisses hope because you've tried hoping before and you only ended up with a kick in the gut and a punch in the face, well, that's a trauma response. We are all slowly traumatized over time into believing that the world can't get better, our rose-colored dreams becoming purple until they finally fade to black, blotted out by the corruption of memory, those times when we dared to dream and we were shot down from out of the sky, our wax wings not even given the chance to melt. We are beaten down by life, over and over again, until we are simply forced to go through the routine that society demands of us and say that we are content (wake up, wake up to the usual routine & wake up, wake up to this beautiful life, is it for real?).

The worst part is that Ivan knows better (a dustlike existence can't open its eyes to look. I close my eyes). The whole reason why Ivan admires Till so much in the first place is his willingness to fight, his hope for a future without slavery for humans, his unadulterated and true love. Ivan knows what hope feels like and he knows that he just can muster it anymore, too exhausted to be anything other than apathetic (the wounds that kept reopening just became numb), but he can still love Till's vivacity and drive for change. Ivan views himself as something dirty, something broken that only serves to break others. He thinks that he's a monster who can only do the people he loves harm, and to a degree, that's true, his belief a self-fulfilling prophecy.

Ultimately though, Ivan is an immensely unreliable narrator, someone so biased against himself and towards literally anyone else but someone who is so stubborn that he is unwilling to believe anyone else's opinions on him because they have never met his "true self" only the mask that he wears that he ends up digging a deeper and deeper hole. He thinks of his story as one that's already written, the repetition of the line "this always happens to me" echoing that, especially with the way that eventually that song ends with it repeated again, "yeah, it's always like that, this always happens to me." Ivan isn't trying to fight it because his dream has long since been stained black, despite the fact that he knows that he could break out of this cycle of despair. He knows this prophecy that he is submitting to is one that he wrote himself and yet, where he stands right now? He has no will to change it.

note: My friend Ish (@chevalperd) screenshotted @/ivantill7089 (on twitter)'s english translation of this song for me, which is what I am referencing for the lyrics! I love you Ish thank you again so much :3

[kibby-reaper]

elbie is... a frail victorian child

- mod kibby

[aleksanderscult]

Okay but can we stop talking about the Darkling like his words and beliefs didn't make any goddamn sense??

He was spitting truth after truth but we have that freaking narrative that painted his words either as "evil" (and therefore wrong and crazy) or as lies.