#sorry everybody

[sourscratched]

going back through old stuff, found my “what if skip looked like a sea slug” drawings

more info about sacoglossans in this vid

[misc-obeyme]

Solomon sees you. At night he sees the darkness in your eyes when you’re tired from the day and no longer have the strength to shield your feelings from him. He sees how your brightness dims just a little. He touches you briefly, almost imperceptibly, leaving a minuscule dusting of magic behind. Just enough to allow you to rest without burden.

He sees you hard at work, concentration projecting from you like an impenetrable aura. He sees it become malleable as you alternate through solutions to the puzzle at hand. Solidifying again as you reach a moment of revelation, once again fixing a problem you didn’t ask for.

Solomon sees you in the midst of others, all music and sparkles, a little lantern of happiness. Everyone nearby basks in your glow, both feeding it and depleting it at the same time. He sees his own contribution and his own portion taken.

But more than anything, Solomon sees your heart - a tender thing that he wants to hold safe for you. He sees it contract in pain, he sees it swell with pride, and he sees it ache with longing. He sees a loneliness in you that he hates because he recognizes it. He tries to banish that piece of sadness from you, even if it results in his own emptiness. He lets himself stay close to you so you know you’re not alone. Even if it means that when you’re gone, that space by his side will seem larger and deeper than it’s ever been.

Solomon sees you, but even so he never expected you to see him. But you do. He starts to notice when you mingle your magic with his, your fingers brushing against where he had touched you. He notices when you seek him out with your eyes while you think. He notices how you smile at him from between the silhouettes of others. He notices how you take his hand whenever that yawning chasm of loneliness opens up within him.

You and Solomon recognize the humanity in each other, in the midst of demons and angels. No matter what magic may alter you, no matter how many pact marks may cover his skin, the two of you were humans. And that understanding was a comfort both of you would always return to.

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[ladyofthenoodle]

It doesn't take long after repairing the miraculous to find out what happened to the butterfly.

Marinette doesn’t take the bracelet to Luka right away after she fixes it.

Maybe she should have—maybe Luka would have been a better candidate to tell Adrien. He’s good with words, after all, and at staying calm in the face of other's despair.

Marinette is neither of those things.

She's especially not those things with Adrien.

But she can't bear to tell Luka first—she hasn't even told Chat Noir yet.

At first, she'd planned to keep Gabriel's secret. He'd asked her to, his dying wish, and she'd still been haunted by the nightmare of Adrien sobbing over his father's ashes. She'd wanted to protect him.

But over time, she'd started to have doubts.

Gabriel hadn't been a good father.

She'd see the statue in the park and think, doesn't Adrien deserve to know the truth?

But then she'd see Adrien laughing in the sunshine, and think, doesn't he deserve to be happy?

So here she is, standing in his room, wielding the snake miraculous alongside her own.

His gaze rakes over her costume, taking it in, before landing on her wrist. She could pinpoint the exact moment of realization by the fear that flashes in his eyes.

"That's not for me, is it?" He doesn't ask this every time—only the times when she doesn't speak first.

"No," she reassures him, and winces at the way his shoulders relax, knowing that what she'd come for was far worse than asking him to wield the snake again.

"Then why…?"

"I have to tell you something," Cobrabug explains. "And I'm not sure how to do it right. So I thought I could… practice?"

Adrien looks thoughtful. "Is this the first time?"

She shakes her head. "The 27th."

His thoughtful expression grows pained. "27 times, while you're wielding two miraculous?"

She waves him off. "I'm sure I'll get it right soon."

He nods.

And—miraculously—she does get it right, this time. All the words come out in the right order and they all make sense and she doesn't start crying.

His face is pale with shock, and Cobrabug is waiting with baited breath for his response, her hand poised to reset the clock.

Adrien opens his mouth to say something, but only a choked, strangled sound comes out.

That's when she notices the butterfly.

Dark, and glowing, and heading straight for Adrien.

Her heart plummets into her stomach.

The missing miraculous.

He notices it a second after she does, eyes flicking back to her in terror.

She reaches for her yo-yo, intent on purifying the akuma, but Adrien is faster.

“Don’t tell me again,” he says, and turns the bracelet on her wrist.

°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。

Cobrabug stands in Adrien's room, wielding the snake miraculous alongside her own.

His gaze rakes over her costume, taking it in, before landing on her wrist. She could pinpoint the exact moment of realization by the fear that flashes in his eyes.

"That's not for me, is it?"

"No," she reassures him. "Sorry to bother you. Just checking in."

[eggsploded]

ye olde rodigor backlog

[phontao]

gege sucked so bad i moved hyperfixations

[meetbag]

back to drawing the faves

[sixcalibur]

[pintsofguinnesmakeyoustrong]

[birdthatisbored]

MORIOR INVICTUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DEATH BEFORE DEFEAT!!!!!!!! WE DIE UNVANQUISHEDDDD!!!!!

MORIOR INVICTUS!!! NO FORFEIT OR RETREAT!!!!! FURIOUS!! GLORIOUS!!! AND!!! TRIUMPHANTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[veganbear]

So I have really been getting into Rainworld and thusly, made my own ocs

No New Homes (Formerly known as the Engineer) and the Gecko, two best friends where nothing bad happens

Might make more art for these two, I have so many thoughts

[donnerpartyofone]

Well it's official, I'm the scary nutcase people cross the street to avoid. I'm on THAT side of the street now.

[mechanical-moron]

Smoking that shit that made Johnson Cave

[anhed-nia]

@fictionz Wait people who aren't Extremely Nervous like horror too?!

Well there is a persistent rumor that horror is for people who are sadistic or at least severely desensitized--and I have met some of these people! I do not prefer them, but they exist. They exist most prominently in the minds of people who do NOT like horror, and it is very hard to convince the latter group that many of us sensitive types use the horror genre to help us process difficult and sad subjects in both confrontational and cathartic (and even purely amusing) ways.

I've told this story before (AND I'LL TELL IT AGAIN) but when I was like 20 and having a nervous breakdown I took a semester off in Portland, Maine, which then had the World's Greatest Video Store. I would take all my non-rent money there every time I got paid and pick out whatever looked like it would freak me out the hardest. I was usually freaked out pretty hard. One time I got Lucio Fulci's CITY OF THE LIVING DEAD, whose extremely graphic trailer originally freaked me out real hard when I was little and definitely not supposed to be watching it. The movie did not disappoint, and during the scene where Daniela Doria barfs up her guts, which is VERY noisy, I was cowering under a blanket peering between my fingers when my sociopathic yuppie roommate yelled from the other room, "WHAT IS THAT NOISE?" and I yelled back "DON'T COME IN HERE!!" and she didn't, but she yelled again, "ONE OF THESE DAYS YOU'RE GOING TO SEE SOMEONE GET THEIR HEAD CHOPPED OFF AND YOU'RE JUST GOING TO LAUGH!!!"

I don't know why she thought that might happen. I don't know how it even entered her imagination. I mean for one thing, if I found horror boring and ineffective, why would I watch it? Anyway she was a 24 year old life insurance salesman who literally scanned the obits so she could arrive at funerals and peddle her wares to the recently bereaved. "It just feels so good to HELP PEOPLE!" she would say. There are many other interesting things to say about her, but basically I find that normies, for lack of a better word, who feel very at home in the world and who envision only good things for themselves tend to be far more insensitive and/or desensitized than your average horror freak. Insert that Sinead O'Connor quote about being well-adjusted to a maladjusted world here.

[evenmoregayporntattoos]

ok i'm back (again)

[incorrectfbaaquotes]

Naill: …You know, I’m just going to go, you really don’t need me here for this.

Casteel: You’re the only one here who knows how to drive, of course we need you!

[terneuls]

Gonna be closin’ requests because we’re on vacation with our family!