#this is like

[lilies-n-slander]

holy shit this voxval comic on twitter by valkwang is so good I don’t know what to do w myself

https://twitter.com/valkwang1216/status/1781746635686715569

I’m going to spontaneously combust

what

the sad smiles from vox are everything to me

[karizipan]

[b0tsbby]

DEATH RACING TRIGUN AU YIPPEE

Emphasis on death-racing and high stakes!

First up is Racer Number 53. The man (debatable), the myth, the legend…and also the racer with a 60 million $$ target on his back…Vash the Stampede! (Rumoured to be the Humanoid Typhoon). May God have mercy on his soul!

(Eh who should I post/design next🧍‍♂️)

Car inspo under the cut because I’m tizzy about cars apparently now.

I plan on designing cars myself and such with reference but thought I should share the humble racer Vash is.

Since I’m taking inspo from Redline, Mad Max and like, Trigger’s entire brand I’m excited to come up with a lot of weird ass alien looking cars. Exception to that I think would be Vash with the 1969 Trans Am BOSS 302 Ford Mustang. It’s the most beautiful car I’ve seen in a minute

Not gonna spoil much but TLDR, Im going for a car that’s recognisable and somewhat nostalgic both being somewhat a representation for humanity and Vash’s inability to let go Rem.

Just wanted to say…in case I forget.

[sepezzz]

[ insert smthn about Martin trying to memorize Jon's hands in case their time together is limited ]

[halfa-failure]

silly hc i have

[comickergirl]

Color Wheel Challenge - Instagram Edition!

[coribomi]

[kaixserzz]

eons adrift ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ wanderer x gn!reader

˗ˏˋ꒰ 🎐 ꒱ "i'll come and find you in every life celestia will give me." "that's not possible, you and i both know that." "watch me!"

 ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ cw: character analysis-ish, mildly proofread, drabble but it's kinda messy, its more like an idea than a fic LOLLL im sorry, hurt/comfort

scaramouche took you for a naive fool, just as he was when oh so stupidly believed those words as kunikuzushi.

you are but a human. a mere breath of his everlasting eternity. a few hundreds of years and he would forget everything about you.

insignificant, you humans were.

frail.

vulnerable.

so so easy to break.

as he walked into the path of darkness; consuming him and turning him into someone he doesn't recognize in the mirror no longer—kabukimono, kunikuzushi, the love of your life, was long gone. memories like the leaves that turn yellow and crumble to ashes as winter approaches.

yet the winter will remain in his empty chest for as long as he walks teyvat. churning into a blizzard of ice cold pain, destroying everything around him as it grows. he continues to walk this wretched path he chose.

but then he met someone, rekindling the spark that was once there beneath his porcelain skin. trying to light up a burn out wick, to bring an end to his winter and bring forth the beautiful spring he was once.

scaramouche never thought he'd love again.

even after all through the pain he went from the doctor's experiments, after roaming the great expanse of the abyss, after becoming the balladeer, the 6th of the fatui harbingers, he still felt.

love.

happiness.

pain.

sorrow.

and regret.

he hates it, but he loves them, just as much as he loved you.

though he allowed someone new worm their way into his heart, he kept them in arm's reach. he cannot bear to be vulnerable to someone else. they were human, they were to die; he is a puppet, he is meant to live on forever.

but then he heard them say things only you would say. giving him lavender melons you bought off the market, accidentally calling him names only you would know.

he remember that promise you made him before you died.

"i'll come and find you in every life celestia will give me."

scaramouche did not understand what he felt when he realized that his new lover, was in fact, just a reincarnation of you. and just like that, your name burns back itself into his mind—a name he thought he had erased into obscurity, along with his past.

he was a fool, scaramouche thought. he laughed at himself, a laugh void of humor, nor joy.

it was your name, your first incarnation, just in a different language.

it appears that scaramouche didn't like this feeling. of bitter butterflies in his stomach, the familiarity when you try to get close to him, the same smile you had, the light full of love in your eyes—it was all too much for him.

so he left you in the snow of his ever growing blizzard. buried under the thick layers of freezing ice.

and again, to your next reincarnation. a fatui, a vendor, an adventurer, a knight, a scholar—male, female, neither, or all of them; tall, short, plump, slim, dark or light skinned,

he cannot bear to lose you just as he first did.

slipping by his fingers, to the one thing he is not affected by.

death.

he doesn't accept the fact that your love has led you back to him, again and again.

why do you even keep coming back? don't you know he's part of the fatui? don't you know what he has done? don't you know what he has become?

and yet you'd knock on his door, calling his name with your voice full of warmth, arms wide for him to take and allow himself to be called yours again—all he had to do was open the door.

he has kept a lock on it ever since he met you again.

worn down and rotten; chains all rusted, handle jammed and barely working. he approaches the door once again. this time, as wanderer. a better version of himself,

one that's finally willing to open the door to you.

but you weren't there anymore, waiting for him on the other side.

how could you? you were never there in the first place.

not with this version of himself.

not as the wanderer.

and maybe that was for the best. even though he cries himself to sleep at night for all the things he has done to you. weeping, as he curls onto the sheets, praying to the stars above in hopes you'd hear his heartbroken apologies, yearning for your love, your touch, your smiles—

this was his punishment for hurting you, for being a fool. he was underserving of your love, after all.

"hey, wanderer, was it?"

a new voice, someone unfamiliar. he refrained from sighing, for buer's sake, and instead took a deep, refreshing breath. he turns, and the stranger smiles brightly at him.

immediately, as if the winds of spring has hit him all so suddenly in the face. the fragrance of blooming flowers that was once buried under the snow, the sun shining brightly in the skies, and birds chirping symphonies.

like the mornings brimming with new found hope, the smell of dew sticking onto his clothes as he trace his fingers all over the a tree's trunk. like the the juices of a fruit he sank his teeth into, dribbling down the corners of his lips and down his arms.

warmth tingled on his skin, and his heart leaps.

"nice to meet you!" you say your name, a name he has heard hundreds of versions before, all so different and yet they all felt and tasted like honey dripping down his tongue. "i hope we get along."

"yeah," he says, almost breathless, as the tears begins to well in his eyes. his fingers tremble, and his smile grew wobbly. tipping his hat down to avoid your gaze, his voice cracks. "i hope so too."

his door was wide open, waiting for you come in.

you grin, and take a step inside.

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author's note: "i thought this was a dottore only blog? SHUT UP!!!!! SHUT UP!!! 🥹🥹🥹🥹 IM MAD AT MYSELF TOO BUT THIS IS FOR @fatuismooches also new format because im too lazy to open my files :/ not back yet, i just wanna write this for the pookie 💗💗 ty for listening to me ramble like a madman ur single handedly gettin me thru it ong LMAOOO /lh

[iveneverdoneanythingwrong]

[chicinlicin]

i was told i could play a jester in dnd and immediately made clown rune :)

[letallthetrashraindown]

‘Things happen all the time, things happen every minute/that have nothing to do with us’

Richard Siken, “A Primer For The Small Weird Loves ” / Edward Vebell, “Loneliness is Dangerous” / Mary Oliver, “Wild Geese” / Leo Berne / Life of Pi / Mary Oliver, “I go down to the shore”

[gojoest]

everyone moved on but i stayed here. satoru with scars

[meaningofaeons]

thinking about vidyadhara!reader x jing yuan ...

we learned in the recent quests that vidyadhara can indeed become mara struck under the right circumstances, but they're capable of molting and turning into someone entirely new, thus freed from the mara that once struck them ... but of course, along with the molting process comes the loss of memory.

so imagine a reader who was once great friends with jing yuan. the two grew up together practically, working in the cloud knights together, doing everything together. jing yuan, despite his newfound duties as a cloud knight, finds himself falling in love with you.

then, amidst one of the abundance wars, you are stricken with mara. he watches you go insane, just before you disappear. and then, somehow, you are gone from his life forever.

for years, he wonders if you perished on that battlefield shortly before he was dragged away from you. he wonders if you suffered. surely, with the insanity of the mara wreaking havoc on your mind, you had. but at least he can be confident that you would not have had to live through that for long... that's what he tells himself so he can sleep at night.

it takes the general so, so long to let go of what happened. centuries pass, and he's still not confident he can completely dash the thought of you from his mind when he sees a new stall open with a snack he thinks you'd like, or when he sees the tailor shops put out a new line of clothes in your favorite hue.

and then, one day, he sees a familiar face among the crowds.

jing yuan is so quick to rush to your side, trying frantically to catch his breath, to ensure that what he sees before his own eyes is you, not some vision made up by his mind, not a sign that he's succumbing to mara himself, but really and truly you.

yet you only give him a nervous half-smile, your form going stiff the second you see him. you bow politely, and ask if there's anything you can do for the general. you ask him if you've met before.

it's you, and yet it's not.

he lets out that small hum of his when he's trying to fight back the pain he feels. he puts on that placating smile of his when he's trying not to let his hurt show. and he shakes his head, though it takes him nearly a minute under your familiar gaze to do it.

"...no. forgive me. I must have mistaken you for an old friend."

it's you, and yet it's not.

and it never will be you again.

[packet-of-staples]

Day 150 of drawing Papyrus until he cameos in deltarune!! Undyne? Undyne!! Is the door in his face a no you cant or a talk to me later??? You know what! He’ll just wait here until morning! Yeah! Then she’ll talk to him about it!

[xbuster]

[n0vzz]

⟡ Impurity ⟡