#thank you so much really <3333

[namchyoon]

he’s so stunning 🤍 cr. and for @jung-koook 🤍

[pixelglam]

Somewhere in New England, United States. 🌊

[swiftmitsu]

Heyo! As another anon that often comes on by, I thought I'd take a moment, even if to just to say hi. The lore behind your blog is just oh so much to see, I like to mess around with you altho you don't know me. Minus all of the chaos and absolutely beautiful war, there is something that I must say, something truly from the core. You're indeed an amazing being, that I know is true. I just thought I'd say, I really appreciate you. <3 Your art is very tasty and your vide is real unique. If one is looking for someone as kind and caring, no longer shall they seek. Hope you have a lovely day or night wherever you are. Remember, just keep shining, keep shining like the star that you are.

-Jester

hey.

hey jester anon.

i

i cant even

i know i got this A WHILE AGO.

but when i first saw it. I HOPE YOU KNOW I FREAKING CRIED. (/vpos though, it was good)

I JUST.

i KEPT REREADING THIS.

thank you so so SO. much. 💛💛💛💛💛💛💛

once again, i wish i could EXPRESS JUST HOW MUCH THIS FREAKING MEANS TO ME.

actually im gonna print this. going up on the art wall so i can look at it everyday.

[dipplinduo]

There are not enough people talking about this ship and you are singlehandedly feeding me right now. Thank you for taking charge of the ship I salute your efforts o7

Thank you friend!!! Honestly I have felt this way for a hot minute and just wanted to attempt to start some conversations/spread more love for the ship so we can all enjoy it together!!!

Ran with dipplinshipping because it seems like the other names I'm aware of are more for Florian/Kieran and/or are references to existing ships in other fandoms (i.e. Yu-Gi-Oh) & I wanted to be respectful to that while also giving more of a centralized zone for Kieran/Juliana. If there's another name I should be using, please someone, holler @ me!!

Otherwise, this ship HELLA cute and multidimensional and yes I AM writing a multi chapter fic about it that I will be promoting here for all of us to enjoy more. And I encourage anyone reading this to do the same with their thoughts, art, & writing on this ship!!! I wanna see & reblog your stuff too!!!

[skrs-cats]

I keep thinkin' about med cat Lionblaze AU. Him training Alderheart would be so cute. Him and Flipclaw both in the med den during Broken Code? Instant classic.

Also hope you are doing well! Your posts always make me smile :)

AWW u reminded me of that one fanart of medcat lion au where lion was v supportive of alderheart, i dont quite remember who drew it anymore but it was really sweet and wholesome !

him and flipclaw would be disaster waiting to happen, provided if lion wasnt exiled once flipclaw got suddenly appointed lmfao

[sunnys-side-upside-down]

Request Batch!

In order from top to bottom, here are the requests

A dark and gritty version of Sunny (I ended up leaning more punk)

Cheese Sandwich

A G3 pony (I did Minty!!)

Some Tweetie crumbs

One of the Kirin

I might do more of these later and I also might make full pieces out of some of these sketches, for now I'm done though!

Thank you all for the requests! Even if I didn't get around to drawing your request, I still really appreciate you sending them in!

[yuriyuruandyuraart]

EEE SO HAPPY RN I'll get some actual free time now that my pesky quizzes and exams are over for a while xd

Phew...finally gonna get those 8 hours of beauty sleep 😔<333

[mossy-paws]

UHHHHH HOLY SHIT WHAT THANK YOU?????

OH MY GOODNESS I CANT BELIVE I HIT 201 FOLLOWERS SO SOON,,, THANK EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU SO SO MUCH OH MY :0000000

[pjsk-story-summaries]

hihhiii!! amazing work on leo/need main story!!

but i would recommend just paragraph breaking it more to look more digestible! bc esp when i saw the huge blocks of text without pause for the tldr it still looks very intimidating and sometimes hard to read :'D

to separate between chapters more, in case paragraph breaks make that confusing, you can very quickly make your own image line breakers, anything as simple as opening the nearest art program and drawing one blue line will do!! ^-^

Thank you so much, anon! You're right, that text block was quite large. I've gone back and separated it into more manageable paragraphs.

I really like that line break idea!! I'll try making some fun ones when I get a chance, but in the meantime, I've changed the colors of the chapter sections to help them stand out more. Gives it a little variety, y'know? Hopefully that will help!

[singsweetmelodies]

i want to thank you all for organizing these little fic exchanges because even if this fandom is alive and well, with them we get a sudden influx of fics and it is really a treat for us ❤️❤️❤️ (a reader who wishes they had the talent to write)

❤️

this is THE kindest, most thoughtful ask, anon - thank you so so much for taking the time to send it!! <333 it makes me smile so much to hear that all these events are doing what i always hope they will: creating a little flood of content that's a treat for everyone! that's all i've ever hoped to achieve with any of these events & exchanges, and it means the world that it's happening!!

so anon, you really are MOST welcome ❤️ but it would be terribly remiss of me if i didn't give a shoutout to the incredible people who have worked on all of these events with me - @boxboxbrioche, @welightitup, @redyellowstupid, @duquesademiel, @wolfiemcwolferson, @river-ocean - because all of the piarles events i've been involved in have been team efforts in the best way, so any thank-you to me absolutely has to go to all these wonderful people as well. i'm tagging you all here because to me, it's messages like this one that make all the admin and nonsense so well worth it - and i hope you all feel the same way ❤️ LOVE YOU LOADS!! and love you too, anon - thank you so so much for this very kind message, i really do appreciate it so much more than i can say!! <3333

[treasure-goblin]

Some soup for you!!!

And a warm cup of tea (or coffee if you prefer that)!!!

And a yummy cupcake!!!

A comfy pillow fort!!!

Cookies!!!

And a whole lotta huggims with a reminder that even if it sucks now, it's all gonna be okay! We're here together, we'll make it together!

Soup and tea and cupcake and friend and cookies and hugs = best feelings ever!!!

Biggest hugs and biggest loves ever!! /p

[swiftmitsu]

I'm not giving you context to this

I was at school.. for the whole day.... and I was eepy as hell

Also, YOU GOT THE RAT ON YOUR WALLPAPER! YOU CAN'T DENY IT ANYMORE, SIIIIIIIIMMPPP!!!!!!

JjejKskshebM&:$@‘$/&/‘’smjdkeal

PROX.

YOU CANT DO THAT TO ME WTF

(also oh my god that drawing is so cute, killer is so skrunkly in your style i love it ehehEHEHEH 💛💛)

[turtleinsoup]

your writing is very poetic. when I read a chapter of your work there’s always a moment where I have to stop and consider a line that you wrote. it could be the phrasing or the implications it has but there is always, inevitably, a sentence that I have to read over and over again because it’s so striking that it arrests all other thought. I’ve come to refer to these as the “black holes” of the chapters bc it feels to me like they’re so densely packed with emotion&meaning that the rest of the words get caught in their orbit & consumed. (not that the rest of the sentences aren’t also good, just that these are….wow) you’ve got this subtle way of tying things together such that certain moments can hit like a sucker punch to the solar plexus because of all the little things that built up to it in the background. like you present something in one chapter, and then it re-emerges in another as a distorted version of itself, and every time I’m like there’s no fucking way they just brought it back like this. how the hell did they manage to do that.

all this to say that with all the feelings that your writing inspires in me, I’ve come to seriously regard it as poetry. you’re a really good author& I love your work

I'm sobbing, thank u so much :') <3333

[icy-gendango]

RAAAHAHH I GOT SO MUCH COOL ART FOR MY BIRTHDAY THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH. I HAVE SAVED IT ALL ONTO EVERY DEVICE I OWN

[siribunbun]

THE GRAND POLLS SHOWDOWN OF WONDERCON 2023

Had a blast from tabling at my first Wondercon with some friends, and we did a poll each day to see people’s fave character. The final showdown win between Venti and Wanderer was made possible by all of the Scaramouche/Wanderer cosplayers who came by repeatedly to illegally add votes check on the polls lol. The bottom two doodles were the freebie stickies given out at the con as thanks to the attendees for doing their civic duty. XD

[meatbricks]

I was curious but maybeee like a fic where the reader ( 5’1 Cis femme) is discovered by the painter (but she doesn’t know since it’s during one of his stalking escapades) and he becomes fixated on her due to her almost innocent appearance. It’s messed up because he probably just wants to “corrupt” her 😭

HI ANON!! thank you for the request!! i'm glad that, in your curiosity, you decided to request your fic here!! it's been a while since i've written a female reader, so i'm sorry if the "femme" part isn't exactly accentuated all that much.. i tried to mention it a little bit, and the reader is seen as traditionally feminine and "cute" in a really fucked up sense, so i hope that makes up for a lack of specific detail on how the reader looks!

with that being said, though...!

warning: implied nsft, mentions of pedophilia/incest, implied imminent noncon, mentions of stalking, implied necrophilia(?), implied canon-typical violence, uhhhhh. painter being absolutely fucking delusional

fic is under the cut!!

Everything started with just a small glimpse.

All you'd done was step out of your car and walk to your front door after a wild night out with your friends. You were quite easy to notice, admittedly, both due in part to your natural beauty and your choice of style, but such things couldn't be blamed. After all, brightly-colored attire was all the rage amongst your peers these days, and you both enjoyed such an aesthetic and wore it well; at least, according to you and those around you. That withstanding, however, you still had no reason to believe you were in any danger. You knew nearly all of the people in your surrounding neighborhood, and decidedly, none of them posed any threat to you. All things considered, you felt safe. You felt confident. You felt satisfied as you entered your house, closing the door behind you as you flicked on the adjacent lightswitch.

Well, of course you felt safe. After all, the two men passing by your house weren't particularly known for making themselves obvious to their future victims.

Unbeknownst to you, two rather notorious figures walked past your house; back to their own car after a particularly lengthy session of stalking a would-be target. If the smaller-framed and more fragile of the two hadn't turned his head at just the right second, then likely, you really would have been safe. No additional thoughts would have been put into his head. No horrid fate would have been written out for you. No harm would befall you in the days to come.

But he did turn his head, and he saw you.

The other didn't; he paid no mind to your fleeting visage entering a doorway, passing a threshold which barred all following access to your form through any means. He simply kept walking forwards, trying to find where exactly he'd parked his car. The first, however, was already forming a vision in his head. An artistic vision of sorts; at least, that was what he decided it was, and it had all began with the mere sight of you.

Initially, he took note of how radiant you seemed at this time. The dead of night and its accompanying darkness seemed to do nothing to quell the apparent glow about you. A particular glow that couldn't be emulated by any other living thing... at least, not intentionally. A glow that drove people to do extraordinary things; to protect, to corrupt, to create, to destroy. A glow that was unlike any other form that the concept of beauty took, one that was a rarity and a delicacy and a complete pleasure to anyone who came across it, no matter their intentions or morals.

The glow of... innocence.

Yes, that's what it was, he decided to no one but himself. Innocence. He recognized that glow. He'd seen it emanate from many before. As he decided what it was that he saw in you, he was instantaneously reminded of another. Someone he'd come across in recent years. Someone he'd killed. Someone he'd known rather... intimately.

Margaret Beck, aged 11. Just as pure as her brother, whom he'd been acquainted with long before he even knew of her existence. He knew nothing of her, and yet the moment he saw her, he believed himself to know exactly who she was: a happy, cherished, darling little girl. An innocent. A beautiful creation. To him, she glowed just like her brother had in the cabin that night, like a man-made star of Bethlehem. They were twins in the truest form, he'd mused to himself upon observing them. They would serve as proof of his hypothesis. They would show the world what it truly meant to be a sibling; to have a sibling. He just knew it. No one would stop him. They couldn't. Not after he'd obtained his perfect accomplice. He smiled at the memory of his realization, and yet he couldn't help but feel that his attachment to that glow ran deeper. It was as if he needed to reach into his soul to find what made him so drawn to you and your luminescence.

And so, he did.

He found himself within a memory of warmth. Familiarity, although what memory wouldn't seem familiar? Yet there was no word he could think of to accurately describe the sensation of this memory besides, simply, "familiar". He stood in a modestly-decorated bedroom, one within an old, white house on the countryside. Hovering over the bed, staring downwards, he was not alone. Laying in the bed was a small girl; her blonde curls sprawled over her pillow and her pale skin appearing incandescent in the dark. She looked like a porcelain doll, or a corpse at a funeral, motionless and breathing so quietly and softly that you could barely tell she was breathing at all. In his memory, he had to stifle a chuckle at the thought. Her tiny, little lungs couldn't hold so much air. He wasn't sure why he found such a notion so elating. Perhaps it was simply the effect she had on him. How he adored her so deeply that he felt the need to drain the life from her; extract her innocence so that, maybe, he could keep it for himself. Not to attribute it to himself, he reasoned with his own mind. Simply to keep it locked in a little glass box for him to look at whenever he pleased. To turn it from a finite quality soon to be shed to an eternal masterpiece, forever immortalized within himself.

As he envisioned watching over his sister as she silently dreamed, his infatuation with you suddenly made sense to him.

At once, images of you began flashing in his mind.

You stood in a pale pink nightgown, its trim lined with lace just falling past your knees as you slowly backed into a wall, into a corner; your eyes wide and terrified and brimming with tears as he drew closer and closer. He could sense how you were feeling. He could see you just barely trembling as you cowered. His only response was to continue forward.

You lay on a canopy bed, first posed like a fashion magazine covergirl and then like a corpse in a coffin, your hands crossed over the middle of your chest and your eyes closed. He was kneeling over you, looking down at your face before stroking your cheek and making you flinch.

Your eyes were wide as his fingers were placed in your mouth. He slowly pulled downward. You stayed still. He watched your mouth open wider, wider, and still wider yet, until finally a sickening crunch could be heard and blood began to trickle down from where your jaw was connected to your face.

You feebly rose to your feet in front of a wall, just barely able to stand upright and having to press your hands against the surface behind you to keep your balance. Your legs shook. From between them, streams of blood trickled down onto the floor, staining the matted carpet beneath your feet. He stared into you, as if he could see right through your exterior and into what you hid within your soul. As if he was familiar with every inch of you, and everything you had to offer as a human being.

He saw your visage on a canvas, contorted and broken and utterly beautiful to him.

It was undeniable now. You had to be his.

You had to, and you were going to.

Returning to reality proper, he found himself in the passenger seat of his colleague's car, having just arrived back home. He blinked, and then turned to the man behind the wheel.

"Did you see that girl going into her house on the walk back to the car?"