#mun is sobbing now

[aeterna---amantes]

|| @dynamite124 NOOOOOOO

[bad-sanses-smp]

THAT IS SOME HIGH DETAIL ON DUST'S MARKING-INFECTION-LOOKING THINGS WOHG

INSANE I'M LOOKING SO LOUDLY

👀👀👀

Mun Sid

the sculk is indeed lore but the way i draw it is just an aesthetic choice !! i thought it would be nice to take the time and enjoy drawin it since dust is stuck with it !!

[ettra-doctor-dan]

You don't seem to understand the meaning of "No".

And you smell bad >:3

“And what is that supposed to mean? I- Oh fuck off, I do NOT smell bad.”

[enypneon]

ok i'm going to bed now i'm an emotional wreck my soul aches if any of you are playing phantom liberty and have reached the end? i'm here to give you emotional support ─ i hold you tight

[vastiitas]

quick rundown for that modern cowpuncher verse (v;lil slice of heaven saddled on a cowpuncher's dream):

kid that came from dust scraps that took to the pbr as soon as he could (min age is 18 for entry, I'm sure); he quickly takes the stage by storm as the kid who came from nowhere.

in elaboration to his youth: it's not so different from how it is in all his other verses. a dispossesed, orphan traveller who works his ocassional odd jobs, but for the most part he DOES stick to being a cowhand; bothering the local vaqueros and rancheros about rodeo competitions. he does a lot of trial and error learning on his own, uses a lot of secondhand and borrowed equipment while building his own set for his first entry. before the loss of his parents, he'd started with mutton busting as per most kids.

cole's other point of interest in the competitions is steer wrestling, which he will perform for on the occassion, but not as frequently for a bull ride; he's also a mean ass roper - but he keeps this skillset to the job despite folk asking him to partner up for team-roping or just enter as a roper.

cole takes a lot of his winning funds to settle out and work his own property in his downtime. it's a modest size compared to an average ranch (he keeps about ~25 head or less), and he keeps it this way to be manageable when he's travelling between competitions. good neighbors will ranch-sit for him while he's away.

he's well-known and well-regarded in the town he settles down in; knows most people's names. im just going to put some of his other modern-verse npc's residing in this town which include Ernesto, who taught him to maintain and build a motorbike, and Ol' Kooky Sal who threw him around on a crop duster plane.

Maria remains his ranching horse, though she's getting up there in age. He still steals her from Drug Mules and it plays, in part, as to why she mostly remains a stay-at-home horse. He shows in public with another horse I'll work out more in depth later.

He still loses his arm, at some point.

[ruinlost]

Happy Birthday Taiyang!! 3/12

"I woke up today to the biggest breakfast mama and big bro row have ever made!!,and were gonna be taking a small trip to chenyu vale today!-mama said she said for my first small adventure and big brother row gave me a map for us to follow and a treasure to find..so im excited!!-also I think I got a bit taller too!!"

[norts-trolls]

ive never wanted to live in fucking california of all places so bad I WANNA GO TO THE HOMESTUCK CAFE TOO. WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[bhaalswn-arch]

alkas is gonna lay on the ground, all bloodied ( that's poisoned or some is ) sobbing in pain ( physically & emotionally ) while something sad just plays in the background

[grieverled-moved]

Was looking for Icon thing for next ask — dug through old art and found this old wip— I USED IT BUT CATCH ME SOBBIN CAUSE AAAAA

[kuraikyu]

[iimexpensiive]

OHMYGOD?! Is my dash finally in chronological order?!

[siixkiing]

TO ALL YOU MOFOS TONIGHT. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH AND JUST GOING TO GATHER YOU UP IN MY ARMS AND HOLD YOU.

[korinthsobs]

Also, I really need to fix my dash "For You" tab because it's just out of order unlike the Following tab. I never had this problem before. It's kinda bothering me ngl

[imprvdente]

🎼 - for Nelson in the adoptive AU

from: Send a 🎼 for what our muse’s ship song would be! status: accepting!

Father's Lament - Poor Mans Poison

Ready Now - dodie

One for his POV as her father, and one for her POV as his daughter 🥺 and they both make me cry 😭

[knaivcs]

[Continued from HERE.]

@flosalatus:

"And you think this is how you do it!?" Tears in his eyes, voice catching on the horrified yell, gesturing sharply to the burning rubble around them.

No. Enough.

He's had enough. Enough of the pain, the violence. Running and running and running with no end in sight, the constant physical and mental fight.

If Nai- If Knives is so delusioned that he won't stop hunting Vash, no matter what, then maybe he can finally make it stop if he has nothing left to hunt.

The hand around his gun trembles in it's usually steady aim, a hiccup stalls in Vash's throat before abruptly, the angle shifts and the gun is pressed to his own temple and without his glasses, lost in the collapse of the buildings, Vash's eyes blaze with wild anger and desperation.

"Is this what it'll take to make you STOP!?" He begs for one last sign he can get through to him. A sign that the threat alone might work, or at least change something if he pulls the trigger.

"You don't have to keep taking it out on the world if I'm not in it, right? Right!?"

"Human history was recorded in hopes that they dare not repeat those same mistakes, Vash. They're resistant to growing beyond their basic animal impulses: greed, rage, cruelty, mindless procreation... You know the events in which I'm referring to. How can you stand there and tell me that they are worth saving, have you forgotten? Have you lied to yourself for so long, that you actually believe it?"

It wasn't a matter of 'wanting' to do something, this was necessary for their continued survival. This ever-repeating argument, the same drawn out song and dance... and Vash claimed to be exhausted of it all? Knives is sick of it, too. That was the entire point of his plan, to emancipate their kind once and for all.

"Don't make me do something I'm going to regret..." he states calmly, but with a distinct edge of menace, his coils of blades at the ready to deflect another hail of bullets.

His eyes widen in disbelief as Vash turns the firearm on himself, instinctually taking a step forward and raising a hand in genuine panic. His blades try in vain to knock the gun from his grasp, but the movement only elicits an even worse reaction: his sibling thumbing back the hammer.

"Vash, DON'T-" he tries to shout over the other Plant's voice while he appears to be in the throes of a near manic state of rage.

He wouldn't... He would never-

Oh, but wouldn't he?

He'd been in a comatose state after the incident, mind wiped clean like a blank slate of their horrific discovery. Waking to an emaciated and frantic Vash, both he and Rem still recovering from their wounds- Wasn't that all he needed to know about how Vash managed to handle his volatile emotions? He'd had a very lax control over his own impulses from the beginning, but it seems that the fraying rope keeping his brother from being swallowed by the torrent of his own feelings is about to break.

The long, snaking tendrils of blades fade back into the cloak draped around Knives' body. Where there once was annoyance and anger, his eyes are now tinged with fear that palpably spreads through his nerves like roots from a tree.

"Brother... Please," he tries again, softer and less demanding, trying to somehow break through past that inconsolable despair. He's almost afraid to approach at first, unsure of how twitchy that trigger finger might be. After taking a long, slow breath inwards, he lets his hands fall to his sides.

"There is no point left if you do this, you know that. You'd be dooming them to an excruciating death at my hands anyway. And without you, I'd..." he trails off, as if putting it to words might curse them.

"I have no other reason to live, without you."

[king-crane]

//god bless kevin conroy and rest in peace