#tried not to yap to much

[mellohiizz]

wanted to throw together a small eclipse fed sketch with the girlies <3 partly because i miss them a lot, but also to celebrate how many of you are here, hello?? silly number

just a quick thank you to everyone who have supported me and for my wonderful mutuals who i love very much. <3 making this blog was one of the best things i've done last year, considering how horrible the rest of it was.

[failyaoi]

I don't remember who I am | you are the universe looking back at itself

[cozylittleartblog]

50+ deaths at 5 am got me yelling absolute nonsense to the bosses kicking my whole entire ass

[hinamie]

updated version of the 6 fanarts challenge to celebrate 30k !!! thank u all for suggesting and for continuing to support me n what i do <3

[pwuppyl0ve]

big sister who tucks me in at night. big sister who shakes her head and tries to leave when i grab her hand and beg her to sleep in my bed with me. big sister who finally agrees after i start tearing up. big sister who feels so guilty for fantasizing about her little sister. big sister who tried so hard to go to sleep when i curl up in her arms. big sister who . idk where i was going with this. big sister who can barely hold herself back for long enough for me to fall asleep before she buries her face in my hair and gently grinds against my ass <3 big sister who pulls up my thin shirt to grope my tits and mouth at my throat <3 big sister who can’t help but to pull down my underwear and touch my cunt <3 big sister who slips one, two fingers inside me because she just has to hear me whine so prettily <3 big sister who knows full well this isn’t going to be the last time <3

[dookiespooky]

Driftingstars and dreamcaptor fusion au thing! This takes place right after mabel falls through the portal ig dk what im doing lmaooo

(Dreamcaptor au belongs to @neonross )

[kobebibebi]

@thegiftedau toolshed sketch(-ish)

this tfbw au has been stuck in my brain since last year, genuinely i have been thinking about it almost everyday,i cannot stress how much i think about this specific au,,, i check their profile so frequently just to see updates 😔

the designs, the backstories, the concepts, the characters, the writing AAA EVERYTHING about this au is perfect, well-executed and amazing omfg i love the gifted au so much you do not understand 💔💔

there hasn't been much out from this au but it's already so great im so excited to see more fr

i drew this in class so yea i call it a sketch lmao

but yeah i have like so many wips, due gifts, and things to prioritize but my brain said gifted au fanart NOW,, so i did

also i really need to draw more of my own au :')),

ik i have to do paladin butters next (yes i can see ur asks) but school is taking all of my time it's insane how i even drew this, but ngl it's a really great au 😭

but srsly school is taking such a toll on my mental health,, it's only the second week and im already drowning in schoolwork,,,,,,,,, so i might draw more fanart of south park aus that i really really love 👀

these south park aus are honestly whats keeping me together rn

[arson-09]

Tamlin did everything he did because all he wanted was to protect feyre and make sure she lived.

and rhy/sand wouldn’t even tell her that her own baby would kill her.

[specific-dreamer]

i think if there was ever a world where darry actually did go soc in high school, then there was a period of time where he called soda and pony by their middle names. not like to their faces or anything i think it was out of embarrassment than anything like

“hey did you hear what happened in shops today?”

“some kid, i think his name was soda or some stupid shit like that, he was totally messing with billy the whole time. but then towards the end of class the kid went of the rails and nailed ole billy to the wall.”

“no way!”

“way!”

“hey wait a minute, dj, don’t you have a brother named soda?”

darry, dj, turns around to look behind him before turning back. “oh no no, i have a brother named patrick. i’ve never met a guy named soda”

[moonlit--wonders]

I’ve seen a lot of posts about Ponyboy with OCD and I agree with all of it but may I suggest Darrel with OCD? Specifically with Checking Compulsions.

It begins presenting following the death of their parents. With the weight of his brothers’ wellbeing upon him, he knows that one mistake could cost them everything. He spends hours combing through paychecks and bills, checking and rechecking. It’s not just him being careful though, it begins consuming his every waking hour when he’s not at work. Sometimes he doesn’t get to sleep at all, cause he can’t stop checking until it feels right, otherwise Soda ‘n Pony will get taken away, or worse. He wouldn’t consider himself a religious man, but he prays every morning and every night for their safety, and is convinced that maybe if he’d done more praying earlier, their parents might still be around. He checks Pony and Soda’s room multiple times a night, just to make sure they’re still right there, right where they’re supposed to be. When they’re hurt, he checks their injuries more thoroughly and more frequently than any medical professional would ever dream of.

The rest of the greasers brush it off, tell him that he worries too much. He tried to explain it to Soda once, when Soda caught him at the kitchen table at 4AM combing through bills and refusing to get up despite the fact he was more asleep than awake. Soda doesn’t really get it, at least, not the full extent of it, but he loves his brother and wants to make things a little easier on him, so he tries to help by offering to go through bills and paystubs with him and refusing to give Darry any shit when he insists on checking a routine bruise on his arm that he got at the DX for the 4th time that night. Pony complains about feeling like he’s being treated like a kid, but every now and again, he catches that look of fear in Darry’s eyes, one Ponyboy understands all too well, and he shuts his mouth too.

[mirensiart]

Anyway I'm still at the doctor and i haven't watch a thing, but I've been informed of wind waker gamecube port at launch with nintendo online subscription, possible path of radiance gamecube port as well and bravely default 1 remaster

AND kirby air ride!!!!!!!

I've won already, like i haven't watched a thing and I've already won

[hunihimig]

Airplane mode: On 👟🎧 🛫 ☁️

or a canon-divergent AU! where Gojo lives post-Shinjuku Showdown arc, and he’s on an overseas vacay with Megumi, Nobara and Yuji!!!

Gojo could easily afford first class but he’d book that economy seat to sit beside his students (they availed flight promos)🫶😔

[reeksandfumes]

when ur petting a desperate puppyboy and you get that sweet spot behind his ears and he starts humping your thigh and whimpering and making soft little "ruff" sounds and it suddenly hits you just how much power you have in this situation hsksgfkfkdlsjsgoakahdjsssss goddddddd it's so hottttttt

[loserlovesmusicals]

I did the thing again.

I've done it with falsettos before but this time, I went with my heavily headcanoned Jeremy Heere. My girl MIAH!!!🗣️🗣️

[kenzan-brainrot-mp4]

The situation between Kiryu and Majima is mostly just really depressing. But I think you kinda got at a silver lining with Majima ending the game by talking to and spending time with Kiryu in a normal way.

Majima has done everything except be upfront with Kiryu about his feelings. Instead, he does a lot of self-destructive things for Kiryu’s sake that would only devastate Kiryu if he knew the extent of what’s been going on with him (thinking of Kiryu being a mess in 5 over Majima’s “death” and then Majima nearly actually dying for Kiryu’s sake).

Majima just spending time with Kiryu in the hospital and telling him about what he’s been up to probably goes a lot further in making Kiryu happy than if he had actually shown up with a immortal elixir that he put his life at risk to get.

Yeah, looking back I wish I'd taken more time to reflect on the new, more positive development between Majima and Kiryu at the end of the scene, because as depressing as their situation as a whole is, that silver lining is genuinely really significant. I believe it really does show that their relationship is not doomed to depressing hell forever, and that is largely in part to Majima's own growth in this game.

As I touched on in another post, Majima walking away from the viewer to Kiryu’s hospital room parallels very interestingly with how Yakuza 0 ended, when Majima walked away from Makoto. In y0 silences his feelings and walks away, choosing to maintain a physical And emotional distance between them that he carries all the way to yk2 (and that he Does Not Let Go Of, even In his saga in yk2), leaving all of the self-sacrificing and self-destructive gestures but none of the actual fulfillment of the ability to just. Enjoy each others' company when the danger has finally passed.

Meanwhile in pyih you see him walking towards Kiryu in the final seconds of the game, confronting him head-on (with encouragement from Saejima), just to. Talk. No business, no "take care of x for me" no "I'm Depending on your for y", just having a normal conversation like they should've, could've done in yakuza 3, like they could've done in infinite wealth, what I wish they'd done in 5 and what they Definitely didn't do enough of in Gaiden. (And, just like what Majima and Makoto should've done too in yk2, if Majima had actually grown).

Its interesting because Majima, who's all about impulsive and grandiose gestures and actions and the need to die in a way that matters for someone else, technically didn't even "win" with his plans this time, like he did with Makoto. He didn't get to pull off his hundred-millionth self-sacrificing gesture for Kiryu. He didn't get to die valiantly fighting. A giant squid (lmao) or run back to Japan with the treasure that he dug up with his own blood sweat and tears. But he seems. Strangely okay with the aftermath, all things considered (I know I've been sticking to the word "resigned" when describing how he feels in this particular moment all this time but. What I'm getting at is that he's more okay than you may expect, considering the circumstances and the stakes at hand.)

(I want to (very abruptly lol) point out the fact that we've seen this kind of arc with Majima on a smaller scale before. Majima had a lot of the same deal in y0/4, where he pushed himself with the goal to die for Saejima for Years before his release from prison and was ready to go through with it the day of. However, this ended up being another situation where he "didn't win." What he got by the end of it wasn't Saejima claiming his title as new Tojo patriarch over his dead body, but rather (after a fight goaded on by Majima himself and some pushing by Saejima) they got to just. Talk things down. And just go back to being the bros they were before that whole mess. And Saejima's been able to be Majima's rock for the rest of the games since.

I just think someone would've benefited a Lot from taking notes. And that someone is Not Saejima.)

Like I kinda-did-kinda-didn't get to at the end of the whale post, I think the most important takeaway for Majima at the end of this game is him learning to not constantly throw himself into the fire for every person he wants to protect. Getting himself killed for Saejima and Kiryu wouldn't have made them happy. Keeping himself away from Makoto didn't make her happy, and now the ship of them being involved in each other's lives has long since sailed.

Keeping himself emotionally distant hasn't helped any of them Once, and this is why it's so important that he tries to cross some of that gap now with what is honestly his worst case of lifelong devotion yet (even if it's in a way that's small, in a way that's arguably insignificant for the emotional rift they have, even if it's just through telling some pirate tale, even if Kiryu might not know the true significance of it all even now. At least its Something. At least they just get to be. People, together. It's much more casual than anything they've had with each other for the past like 5 games, but strangely that casualness is arguably more intimate, after everything that's happened.)

Honestly this decision from Majima aligns perfectly with the admittedly cheesy (but I mean this in a loving way) ending of the main plot of pyih itself; by the end of the adventure Majima seeks not the grand impossible treasure he was originally chasing after but to rather cherish and enjoy the time he spent with the people he has come to care about over the course of the game (the photo). Such simple kinds of wishes are rare for Majima at best, but that's why it's so important he gives himself that now: the ability to just sit down and talk with the people he cherishes. That literally would've saved him so many damn times, I think. I think that's something he's desperately needed with Kiryu especially since Yakuza 3. And I think that those final moments in the last cutscene of pirate yakuza means he'll let himself indulge in it, just a little.

I really just hope that it'll be enough to give him and Kiryu some of that peace and closure that they seem to chronically lack, especially when it comes to each other. I hope it means they really can be happy with each other, just for a little while. Most of all I hope it means Majima can be at least some degree of upfront one day, before it's straight up too late 💥

(tl;dr Yeah, honestly, Majima just sitting down and talking with Kiryu for once means more for himself than killing himself over that eternal life elixir ever could have. He's an old ass man, he should learn to settle down a bit, you know?)

[moonsglare]

jingliu angst where she only tolerates you cus u remind her of baiheng sjjahagsab im dead

[nsft utc]

tw. mentions of vomiting (?), unhealthy/toxic dynamic, identity loss

you have always been a stray, hungry for scraps.

it began back on your home planet, ravaged and carved by interastral powers of all its resources, leaving behind a gnawing, gaping hole in the ground and the hearts and bellies of its people. you once mourned your more normal childhood—but the hunger in your stomach and in your soul consumed that too. your meals were few and far between, snatched from the hands of other starving husks, and it was the only joy you ever had as a child. the trickery and the thrill. it’s the only joy you get to keep into adulthood, a twisted elation that grants you a place in the cosmic court of jesters; the masked fools.

it’s—predictably—fun. trickery and thrill are the bread and butter of the fools. your mask affords you many, many opportunities for both, and though you have never had your belly achingly empty since, that hunger in your soul is not so easily sated. now, what you crave is the rush, the adrenaline, the oxytocin. and so you dance on marble floors with a different face each time, with partners who either wish you dead or in their beds, the space between you measured in an unfathomable amount of risk which you exchange for an unfathomable amount of thrill. you scamper along the length of this cosmic ballroom like a starving, feral fox in tall grass, the red of your fur as inviting as the white of your teeth are sharp. you hunt and you haunt, seeking something to fit between your aching teeth, something that will burst on the sharp point of your canines and smear your lips with pure elation and maybe satisfy that abyssal hunger in your psyche.

you have always been a stray, hungry for scraps.

and you have never seen more tantalizing a meal than a devil with a coffin and a woman who seeks to kill a god. she holds the tip of a ice-hewn blade beneath your chin the first time you meet, nicking the delicate skin of your neck, just above your pulse. you swallow. let out a laugh that sounds like a barking fox, and the woman’s sword falters. surprisingly, it doesn’t take much for you to convince her to let you tag along on her fool’s errand. it’s almost poetic. you learn of her name—jingliu. it’s pretty. rolls off your tongue. jingliu doesn’t bother to learn yours, but she calls you fox. you don’t mind the scrap of attention. after all, you’ve spent your whole life living off scraps.

travelling with jingliu (and by extension, luocha) does not lack for excitement. the road to deicide is paved with elation, even if your blue-haired companion refuses to see it. through battle and through the long travel between star systems in pursuit of the great fleet, you get somewhat closer to jingliu. it doesn’t take very long for you to slip into her bedroll (or cot, depending where you are). mara, you find, though cannot be cured can certainly be sated; much like the permanent hunger that curls in your belly. jingliu fucks you until neither of you are coherent enough to feel much of anything, madness or hunger. it’s an arrangement you find yourself enjoying. and as a by-product of such intimacy, you learn more about jingliu. her mannerisms, her illness—her past. she doesn’t tell you any of this, of course, but you can put two and two together from the things she lets slip deep in the throes of some nightmare after fucking you senseless. she gets many of those. the pattern is always the same. at first, she’ll sleep relatively soundly. but then, her brow creases, and her lip curls, and she angrily mutters a few names under her breath; a certain dan feng and yingxing. she curses them, then almost makes a noise like a sob, and something else leaves her lips— another name, but this time spoken with heartache and longing.

baiheng.

it doesn’t take much to infer that this baiheng was someone jingliu cared very much about. though when you ask luocha more about her, he reveals a little detail that makes her moderately more interesting—baiheng was a foxian. in some ways, that makes you similar to her, even though foxian you are not. the thought amused you once, as you looked back upon jingliu’s restless, sleeping form. perhaps jingliu saw her lost lover in you. how… quaint. the assumption never bother you, not really—until she starts to call for baiheng while she’s fucking you.

you’re no stranger to casual sex. even before jingliu, you never lacked for partners eager to share a bed with you. no, the fucking itself isn’t the problem—it’s how she’s fucking you. it isn’t with the detachment and pure lust like you’re used to. instead it’s almost like she cares, hands gentle on your hips as she drives her cock in and out of your greedy cunt. she fills you like she never wants for you to want for anything anymore, and even though you know it isn’t you this affection is for, that jingliu is barely even aware that you’re you and not baiheng, you can’t help but devour it feverishly every time.

you have always been a stray, hungry for scraps. and like this, with jingliu’s cock filling your pussy as she deliriously presses the shape of a dead woman’s name against your neck, you finally feel full.

and it makes you sick.

you crawl out of her embrace and spill your guts every time she falls asleep. your body utterly rejects the feeling—you’ve been so used to starving that the sensation of being full turns you ill. and yet, you can’t seem to push her away. you always come back, always relax under her touch, always pliant for her just to chase that brief, beautiful high you’ve never been able to find anywhere else only to bleed it once she’s done. your heart’s a pythagorean cup; a little too much and you’re spilling over. but you’re so greedy for it, still greedy for her. of all things it is affection that’s the most potent drug you’ve ever tasted, beyond the cheap thrill of oxytocin and adrenaline—even if none of it is meant for you, even if it’s just scraps. but that’s fine.

after all—you have always been a stray, hungry for scraps. and if that means wearing the face of a dead woman and letting the hunger finally devour you whole, then so be it.