#still figuring out tags

[sweet-rabbit]

practicing how i want to draw these two and this happens. russia turned out okay so i'm happy!

[sweetrottenendings]

"Plea"

Lawrence Oleander x GN!Reader

I might make a part 2 to this idk i just luv my plant wife.

SFW, one single swear word, 899 words. You wanna go on a date with Lawrence. Maybe a little OOC? Still figuring out how i wanna portray him in my writing.

Once again MDNI i promise you this fandom isn't for you.

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It’s been a long time since you’ve had fresh air- real fresh air, not just Lawrence opening the window a smidge after your pleading. Despite all the greenery littering his apartment (or- your home, the cage you’ll never leave.) it feels as if the oxygen has been sapped entirely. All that is left is the musk, the stench of rot and the way its salt infects your lungs. Is there a chemical mixture of salt and carbon dioxide? Probably, but it likely isn’t what you’re sucking in at the moment.

Sometimes however, it brings you comfort with the familiarity. Stockholm syndrome set in long ago, so long ago that you struggle to remember the moment it hit. You don’t think you’d have it any other way, you love Lawrence despite the revolting relationship that’s been curated in the space- you’re thinking about the air again.

The delicate sound of trickling water sounds out, Lawrence is watering the plants. He’s meticulous, as he is with everything he does. Eyes narrowed and eyebrows furrowed as he dictates the exact amount of water each plant requires. It’s moments like these where you get to observe him in his entirety. The way his form hunches, blonde hair that occasionally clings to his neck, bright blue eyes that used to haunt your nightmares but now soothe your dreams. If only there were a universe where you had met normally, where Lawrence wasn’t as disturbed as he is- and you could be a normal couple. One that goes on cute dates to the park, snuggles together at night when the rain gushes outside, loves each other like normal people and don’t prod at each others spinal cords-

You should stop that thought there.

A park date, you imagine that would be something he could enjoy- considering his affinity for nature. Perhaps he could even enjoy it in this universe? He loves you, he really does- in his own fucked up way. Plus you really, desperately need fresh air. You need to inhale it as hard as you can, to feel alive for once (But do you really want to feel alive?) compared to the hollow death you feel now. Lawrence would never take you out around people however, there will always be that part of him that worries you’ll run and abandon what you’ve created together. (You never will, he’s all you need.)

What about during the night? He could take you to any spot he chooses, hide you from anyone he sees- even tie you to him, surely you could make it look inconspicuous. It would be nice too, the weather during the night is pleasant and far more suited to what he’s used to. He might get angry though, he wouldn’t kill you but maybe he’d finally go through with the threat to cut off your limbs. After pondering for a moment, you decide it’s worth the risk.

Your voice cuts him out of the zone he’s found himself in- he turns sharply towards you. He isn’t as trembly as he used to be, now confident in his power over you. “Lawrence-” Your voice is soft, the way you’ve trained it to be, “I have a request…”

He stares at you, unblinking.

“This is t-the biggest thing I will ever ask of you, and I won’t be upset or surprised if you say no.” It’s not like your feelings matter anyway, but you hope it may soothe any anger. He places down the watering can with a soft sound and makes his way to you. You haven’t been tied up in a very long time, but sometimes you sit yourself in the same chair from the start- it’s almost comforting. He kneels down to your eye level with a stern stare, and nods- prompting you to continue.

“I-I want to go outside-” He inhales sharply “-with you…” He exhales. “A date, in a park maybe, during the night so there isn’t anyone around…” You give him a sweet smile, as loving as you can, “...it’d be just us, like it’s meant to be.” he continues to stare, blue eyes burning into your soul and eating whatever confidence you had left- jaws wide and unrelenting. He must be angry, surely, he’s going to cut your limbs off and tie you back up, you’ve destroyed everything!-

“Okay…” You blink.

“Okay?”

He nods “We… we can go out.” You feel your heart swell with the most joy you’ve felt in your life, it bursts at the seams like you’ve just gorged yourself at a buffet. You want to hug him- you reach your trembling arms out in hopes he understands, and he does. Taking you into his arms, soft yet oddly strong for someone like him, he wraps you into his being. A hand comes up to stroke your hair in a soothing gesture- you didn’t realise you had started crying. You nuzzle your face deep into his chest, a grateful mantra pouring from your forever scarred lips. He tilts your head up to face him- a warm smile splayed across his face, filled with nothing but love for you, only you, forever you.

His voice is the gentlest you’ve ever heard from him,

“If you try to run, I will kill you.”

You smile back,

“Good, I love you Lawrence…”

He doesn’t say it back, but he doesn’t have to. You know he loves you.

[bealblath]

Whats a canon

[lucygriefer]

Apothecary AU question

Okay I have a quick question. I'm typing up some drafts to the mini comic ideas for the apothecary Nightmare au universe. I'm not use to making comics so it's gonna take me a bit to draw the pages for each story (still working on them but it's taking some time). I'm wondering if anyone wants to like read the draft pages/scripts once one of them is done? Since it's just the draft most of what's typed up most likely would either be changed, removed, or something is just completely scrapped from the main idea to the au.

I'm only asking if anyone would be interested in reading these draft scripts cause I thought it could be fun for some people to see what part of the original story idea was before something got scrapped or altered.

Have fun with this silly poll. Never done one of these before.

[lcvejoy]

as for the request--

perhaps some major angst building off of the angst fic (I'm bad with remembering names) where Wil is getting progressively more and more distant. less affectionate, being stand off ish. he focuses more on work and streaming and all of that than reader and reader starts staying out at the beach more and more to avoid it..

you can make the end fluffy or angsty I just wanna include

"You don't love me anymore, do you?"

"No, I don't."

i (dont) want you to stay

wilbur soot x gn!reader

word count: 1,320

tw: angsty. breakups. hurt/no comfort?? wil is kinda toxic. not proofread.

a/n: this is a pt. 2 to “i want you to stay”. i got a bit carried away. but i’m so excited that it was requested. it made me so giddy that i wrote this at work lmaooo - sorry if it’s all over the place

on your first date, wilbur took you to a pier. he asked you if you wanted to take a walk with him. it was late at night, maybe early morning by that point. the beach was vacant of people and the moon was reflecting off the soft waves of the ocean. you sat together, shoulder to shoulder, and you talked for hours about anything and everything.

you used to do that a lot - just talk, for hours, about anything.

the conversation that night turned into talks of the moon and the stars. how far away they are but how close they seemed, how beautiful they are when they shine together, how much you both wished you could scoop up a star and put it in a jar to take home. “if i could, i’d take every star in the sky and put them all into little jars for you” he’d said, smiling at you. you laughed “yeah?” you asked. “yeah” he agreed.

“and why would you do that for me?”

“because you sparkle” he gleamed, “if i had to compare you to any physical representation, it would be a star. you sparkle and you shine and you’re so goddamn bright” he rambled.

your face got so hot despite the air feeling so cold.

he kissed you for the first time that night on the pier. he walked you home. he called you an hour later, saying he missed hearing your voice. you talked for a few more hours before deciding to sleep. it was beautiful. he was beautiful. it remained beautiful for months.

wilbur went on tour as planned after he spent the night. it was a tearful goodbye, and he left with promises to call every day.

he kept his promise, calling everyday and telling you about each show, each crowd, each city - it’s good and it’s bad. he told you he missed you, that he couldn’t wait to come home. you told him the same.

“goodnight, star” were the words he muttered before ending the call each night.

when he arrived home, you met him with open arms. you brought him home. that night, he suggested a walk to the pier. “so you can see the stars” he’d said, “so you can see how i see you”.

the next couple weeks were great. it felt as though that 4 months of being broken up had never even happened. you felt secure, loved, you felt as though you and wil had finally met in the middle, no longer on different paths.

wil started streaming again. he was working on new music. he was busy. you were understanding, you were busy too. it was nearing exams, and each of your classes had begun to pile you with assignments and study notes.

but you both always made time in the evenings to talk about your day, to eat together, to lay in bed with a soft “goodnight” and a kiss.

until that eventually began to become less frequent. it started with late night streams a couple times a week, then morphed into late night streams and late night songwriting, then morphed quickly into late night streams, late night songwriting, and late night hanging out with friends. until soon, it became rare for you to even see wil at all.

there were arguments. the arguments always ended in apologies. you both always ended up cuddled in bed, dried tears on your cheeks, a promise to do better, a “goodnight” and a kiss.

but the late nights didn’t stop.

and eventually, you started taking yourself to the pier to look at the stars alone. so you could see yourself the way wil once saw you.

wil never noticed your absence. he was never home to notice.

until he was.

you’re on the pier. you’ve been coming to the pier every night to look at the stars. it’s the only thing bringing you comfort.

your phone rings, and the familiar contact appears.

“hello?” you answer.

“where are you?” wil rushes out, sounding almost panicked.

“the pier” you reply.

“i’m coming” he rushes. the call drops before you can reply.

wil arrives 5 minutes later. the walk to the pier is 15 minutes. you wonder if he drove. he sits down beside you, staring up at the stars along with you.

“you’re still just as bright as them” he says. you look at him, he’s already looking at you with a slight smile. you stare, there’s a beat of silence.

“what’re we doing, wil?” you mutter. his face falters, his lips moving into a straight line.

“what do you mean?” he asks.

“i mean-“ you pause “i mean i never see you. we barely talk and, when we do, we argue and we cry and you promise to do better but you never do. you’re never home. you asked to come home but you’re never there. you said you’d do anything if i just ask and i’m asking you to come home. t-thats all i want” you’re pleading, your eyes full of tears. he stares. he doesn’t hold much of an expression. there’s a stale silence between you that feels longer than it truly is. it’s just you, him, the moon and the stars.

“what are we doing, wil?” you ask again. patiently waiting for his answer. you have always been patient with him.

“i don’t know” he responds truthfully.

you look back up at the stars. they act as a painful reminder of what you once resembled. he once saw you that way - a star, a bright, glowing, shining, sparkling star. you aren’t sure how he sees you now.

“you don’t love me anymore, do you?” you ask, looking only at the stars while your tears stain your cheeks. you can feel him staring at you. you can hear his breathing - it’s steady.

“no” he whispers “no, i don’t”.

and with those words, your heart shatters. your world spins. the stars stop shining.

you nod your head, as if you understand but you truly don’t. you’ll never understand.

his breath remains steady. it never falters. you don’t look at him as you rise to your feet.

“where are you going?” he asks. you hear him rush to his feet.

“home” you say, wiping your tears as you walk up the pier.

“i’m going home” you reiterate.

you hear his footsteps behind you, following from a distance. you stop. he stops too.

“i’m going to my home. you can’t come home” you try to sound confident in your words, but they come out shaky.

“what?” he whispers, his voice now sounding more broken than before.

“darling, we can fix this. please. i-i didn’t mean it, really” he pleads, his words are rushed and stuttered, “fuck… i-i really didn’t mean it like that. i meant i don’t love you like i used to. i-it’s different, it feels different, b-but i still love you, i-“ he pauses, stepping closer, “please, star” he begs.

you turn around now. you look at him. you look him in the eyes. your eyes are wet with tears, your nose is running, your cheeks are splotchy but you don’t hide it. you want him to see it.

“will you still do anything i ask?” you question. he stares at you, you can see the tears in his eyes from the light of the moon but you never see any fall.

“of course i will. anything. anything you ask, i’ll do it” he breathes out. there’s hope in his voice.

“don’t come home. i don’t want you to stay” you say, almost demanding.

you turn on your heal quickly and walk up the pier, leaving him with the stars and the moon. you let out a choked sob, finally breaking. imploding into yourself like stars do. your light dying out, no longer shining, no longer sparkling. one day, you think, you’ll shine brighter than before, but not right now.

[q1mblrrd]

do y'all ever just

"RAAAAAAHHG KYKAHRKFJSF I HATE MY LIFE JRGBOS **incoherent screaming** "

for like five seconds and then go back to normal or is that just me

[ghosts-n-jewels]

After moving from Instagram, TikTok being nuked in three months, and Twitter making me depressed, Tumblr is gonna be my main app 🫠

I might have a blog for each interested since I've been able to deep dive more than ever into them.

I have one for Garten of Banban

I'm thinking of making on for Dhmis cause of my aus I have for it

Maybe a fnaf one at some pint as well

[manedwolfworks]

menacing creature of the woodlands...

[starfightervicki]

This hellsite (affectionate) might be doing things to my sanity.

[dreaming-colourful-skies]

the light within my ribs

3.3k, t, hurt/comfort & soft skk

“The moment that the room was immersed in bluish black, Chuuya’s ears filled with ringing and he was plunged back in time.”

Several times turning out the lights involved some level of angst, and one time that the darkness brought pure joy.

Read on Ao3 ✨

Inspired by Ocean Vuong quotes about darkness, light, and the monsters that dwell in both. Domestic Soukoku comfort each other and reflect on their pasts. Tags & details below.

Key Tags: Established Relationship, Character Study, Introspection, Hurt/Comfort, Domestic Fluff, Stormbringer Spoilers, Dazai-Typical Mentions, Sui. Ideation (vague), Sharing a Bed, Swearing, Flashbacks, Vulnerability, They both feel things but Chuuya POV

I went with a bit of an… experimental (?) style for this one, kicking off my "skk fics inspired by poetry" series. It is a tiny bit like a 5+1 fic, but not really? As per the tags, blend of domestic fluff, vaguely poetic angst, and emotional vulnerability.

Trying to spread out fic reposting, and hoping to share other content soon. I had... way too much fun trying to find aesthetics (free-use images from Pexels). If you read it, thanks, and I hope you enjoy!

[fallenleaves21]

Unfinished work of Wardlow I did a while back thought I post it here.

[nedayisonline]

Some old(ish) artwork of my Starbound character that I like to draw

\\ did i go overboard on the tags? \\

[dislocated-antenna]

hiiii i dont know how to draw soccer balls but i think i slayed

[lulladoraburgers]

At some point whenever I get more comfortable with thingy I’ll start talking about my characters here

[lucygriefer]

Apothecary AU - Dust & Nightmare's chat: draft

Here's a finished draft chapter to one of the mini comics to the apothecary au I'm working on. Since so many people are interested in reading the drafts I'll also post some of the other drafts when their finished for everyone to enjoy. This AU is inspired by the apothecary diaries manga/anime.

Since this is a draft there are things that'll most likely be scrapped, reworked into something else, or never mentioned again.

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Dust hummed as he peacefully sat in the seiza position. Sitting alone in the room holding onto a cup of warm tea. Quietly watching the steam for a moment before bringing the cup up to his teeth and taking a sip. The nearby door slid open. A figure standing there. “Good you came.” Dust hummed. Glancing over at the door as Nightmare stood there.

“Greetings apothecary Nightmare. Come sit and join me for some tea.” Motioning an arm across from him. “Do close the door behind you please.”

Nightmare thought as he looked at Dust. “Okay.” Walking into the room and closing the door behind him. “Do you wish for me to test your tea? Or do you fear that you have already been poisoned?” The odd dark skeleton questioned the other. Walking up to the table and sitting down access from the weapon master concubine.

“No need to test my tea. I’ve already taken a sip and made it myself.” Dust softly chuckled. “And no, I have not been poisoned either.” Quietly taking another sip of his tea. Looking at the other from the rim of his cup. “And no worry. I have not fallen ill either.” He smiled at the other. “I just wish to talk.”

Nightmare thought and slowly nodded. “Okay.” Looking down at the tray on the table. Thinking as he reached forward and took the other cup. “Do not be afraid to take any snacks.” Dust commented.

Taking a look at the tray. Raising a brow at the cookies. “I’ve heard you're not a big fan of sweets. But you also like chocolate based on those aphrodisiac snacks the emperor asked for.” Dust thought about it for a moment. “Now that I think about it. I heard one of my ladies in waiting saying that you made yourself a special batch. One that was x10 stronger than the strong version you made for the emperor.” Laughing at the memory.

Bringing a napkin up to his mouth and cleaning some tea off. Grinning behind the fabric. Cross decided to take some of the chocolates for himself to use. Him and Cross had plenty of fun thanks to them. Placing the napkin down and looking at Nightmare.

The sweets are butter cookies, mixed with some vanilla and chocolate bits. There's also some macaroons and fruit.

Nightmare hummed slightly. Nodding a little as he recalled making the medicine that he was ordered to make. It was nothing special in his sockets. Since it's just medicine. He had leftover ingredients and decided to make himself a late night snack. “Oh that yes. That's cause of two things. The first thing is because as an apothecary and living in the lust district. I’ve grown a strong tolerance to different types of alcohol, poisons, and aphrodisiacs. All in a part of medicine making. The other reason is because of these restraints,” Bringing a hand up to motion to the metal collar. “Makes it hard for me to do many things.”

Nightmare sighed and thought. “I can’t use my magic cause of it. And it also restraints the limbs on my back… I barely remember what I have back there… too fuzzy…” Shaking his head for a moment and sipping his tea. “Cause my magic is restrained well… You can imagine how medicines that affect one's magic and body don’t work as well on me. Or always work as they are intended to. Aphrodisiacs being one of the things that don’t affect me like it should.”

Dust blinked slowly. “I see…” Raising a brow slightly. “Pardon this slightly perverted observation. But now that you have explained that. I guess that also means you’ve never summoned your body before.”

While that isn’t the biggest issue in the world, since deciding to summon a body is a preference sort of thing. If one doesn’t like using it then they do not have to summon one. But the main problem those restraints possess, that is very problematic, is how they are preventing the other from using their magic at all.

Nightmare shook his head. “Never.” Taking one of the butter cookies and taking a bite. Smiling a little at the taste. Looking at Dust and noticing the look on his face. “... what is wrong?”

Dust frowned slightly. “... when… When did those restraints get put on you?” Placing his cup down and leaning forward. “I mean… you seem too used to having it on. Even having it on for so long that you can’t recall what limbs are on your back.”

“Oh.” Nightmare blinked a little. “I was 6 years of age when it was placed on me.” Slowly looking down and frowning a little. “It was around that time when I was also taken from my home and brother.”

Dust stared at Nightmare. His magic flaring inside of his chest. ‘6 years of age… he was 6 years of age! Who would even dare to restrain a child like this!?’ A socket twitching slightly. ‘And he was not only taken from his home. The ones who did this also separated him from his own brother!?’ Looking down. He thought of his own brother. Powder. His brother was only 2 years of age older than him. He had sadly died back when his empire was attacked.

Nightmare noticed that Dust was lost in thought. So he kept quiet. Drinking his tea and letting the other go through his thoughts.

‘The worst case is that Nightmare lived in an empire that was attacked and lost. So the remaining children and mothers were all taken to be used in whatever way they saw fit. Or he and his brother had been taken from their home and the empire they are from still stands.’ Dust took a breath. “A… brother?” He tightly clenched one of his fists under the table.

Nightmare made a sound. “Yes. We’re twins actually… I barely recall my memories from before the brothel. I try my best to remember… To remember my mother… my brother…” He sighed and looked down. “It’s all too fuzzy…”

Dust nodded for a moment. “I see…” He stood up. “Excuse me. I need to go and do something real quickly.” He smiled at the other. “You enjoy the tea and snacks. I shall return.” “Okay?” Nightmare questioned in confusion as he watched Dust walk off.

Dust made his way over to the training grounds. Magic radiating off of him. Glaring at the ground as his magic flared out of his sockets. Tightly holding his fists as he walked into the empty training area. The guards that were about to train for the day were off to the side talking to one another. Probably going over what training they were going to do for the day.

Cross looked up and raised a brow. “Dust?” He called out. Noticing that the other was ignoring him. “Um… what’s got you so angry?” He frowned a little as he felt the magic radiating from the other from the otherside of the training area.

Dust stared at the training dummy that was out. Raising a brow as a bunch of blasters and attacks were summoned. The guards yelled out in surprise as the attacks went off. Destroying not only the dummy but leaving a pretty large hole in the ground. Cracking the wall behind it and basically shaking the entire empire.

Cross quickly ran over. “DUST!” He yelled. Making the other skeleton look at him. “Mind telling me what has upset you?” He frowned slightly. Dust looked at Cross. Grabbing his arm and dragging him somewhere more private.

Cross sighed. “Now that we're alone. Mind telling me what made you so upset?” He frowned a little. Never having seen Dust that angry before.

“... Remember when you asked me to help gather information about Nightmare? To figure out more of his past?” Dust quietly asked. Cross simply nodded. “Yes.”

Dust stared at the wall. “After what I learned. While only a small bit of information. It enraged me so much. I just had to let it out.” He looked down. “Those restraints on his body.” Then looked up at Cross. “They were placed on him when he was 6 years at age.” That made Cross’ sockets widen, and eye lights shrink. “What…”

“Not only that… But Nightmare also has a brother. A twin brother.” Dust shook slightly. “Nightmare’s brother is out there… Having who knows what, happening to them. I was…” He glared down. “So angry with their age and hearing that he has a brother… I just got so angry!”

Cross nodded and placed a hand on Dust’s shoulder. “It’s alright. We’ll figure this out.” “I just want to find whoever it was that placed those restraints on him when he was 6 years of age and destroy them.” Dust growled in anger. Cross hummed in agreement. “Take a moment to calm down… where is Nightmare?”

Dust blinked. “Oh. I left him in the room I invited him to. He should still be there drinking tea and eating those snacks.” Cross hummed. “I’ll go check on him for you while you calm down then.” He smiled and walked off.

Dust watched Cross leave before looking down. Growling in anger. “Doing that to a child…” Slowly grinning to himself. “When I find the ones who did that. I’ll make sure they're in for a world of pain.” Chuckling darkly.

[somewhatbleu]

The little goober (maybe a new oc, we’ll see…)