#what am i doing with my life lmao

[feralmoonlight]

So uh, what happens when @xnanosilverx run into 2 vampires and a werewolf? (I end up re'vamp'ing my vampire AU a bit lmao.) The human versions are gonna be treated as glamours now, and while the illusion extends somewhat to touch, true forms will be more on point for the robo boys, though there's some weird blurred line between bot and organic that I am not gonna figure out right now. Full version of this is quite a bit more suggestive, and under the cut, though it's all above the waist. uwu. Spicy stream ended up being JUST THIS pretty much lol. I was gonna do doodles and oops my hand slipped. and so did moons sdkfjsldkfj

I dunno if this should be tagged mature? drop me a thing somewhere if so cause idfk, my threshold for this stuff is so high I can't tell anymore.

[namelessdumbass]

Read at your own risk lmao

Terzo x olive oil: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27892213?view_adult=true

Terzo x oreos: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42385431

Terzo x plushia (the original one): https://archiveofourown.org/works/19025413

Terzo x plushia (sequel): https://archiveofourown.org/works/24967015

Terzo x plushia (cuuuursed!): https://archiveofourown.org/works/40984872/chapters/102713259

Copia x corn: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26984077?view_adult=true

One Cardinal Copia, one jar (of peanut butter): https://archiveofourown.org/works/46954888

Are y'all okay? No? Good, now have 🥁🥁🥁

Terzo x KAZOO fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51839302

[coolesth]

Continuation of my last post lol I planned on doing one more but if there are more chaotic teacher stances out there that fit Moon, I might draw them

[stevethehairington]

also i may or may not have started to put together an unrequited stommy playlist 😂😂

[somerandomdudelmao]

I’m having fun with this episode….

[nounaarts]

It's Mac hoodie again!! He's a little grumpy kitty tho

[guardian-angle22]

TK/Carlos + Looks

↳ 2.08 Bad Call

[blujayonthewing]

[ribbononline]

Away from home for a week or two so im trying to relearn how to draw on iPad. And what better way then how I learned it all those years ago, ponies,

[whumpypepsigal]

me watching LOTR the rings of power for the plot :

the plot :

morals be damned i am supporting his rights and his wrongs

[stevenose]

i miss steve harrington

[concert-bflat]

my goofy ass brain really waited 5 years to give me a death note phase i'm floored

[dailykugisaki]

Day sixty-three | id in alt

A puppet and a witch.

[spaciebabie]

shoutout 2 this person in my class who i can tell wants 2 talk 2 me really bad but instead of doing that whenever she has the chance she'll talk 2 whoever else is around and ignore me entirely unless im mentioned by name

[even-disco-baby]

YOU — “No. There is still a chance.”

DOLORES DEI — “You think so?” Her voice is weary.

EMPATHY — Everything about her is weary. She is the Innocence of weariness, of heroically borne suffering.

CONCEPTUALIZATION — That is the picture you have painted for yourself, at any rate.

YOU — “You looked back. That’s the memory, the moment, that I can’t stop returning to. You looked back. I had a chance, for just that moment…”

DOLORES DEI — She meets your eye, gaze still forever cast back over her shoulder. Time stops. The stars are stilled, the ocean silent. There is *nothing* beyond this memory. Nothing at all. All of infinity is contained in this single moment when anything and everything was possible.

“Oh, Harry…” She sighs, soft as eiderdown. “We never had any chance.”

And just like that, the wave of time collapses under its own weight, obliterating everything. This moment was six years ago. She is gone from here. Gone, gone…

PAIN THRESHOLD — You cannot leave. There was nothing outside of this moment, and now there is nothing at all. It’s all gone. There is no point. I’m sorry. I can’t do this any longer.

VOLITION — Please, don’t say that…

“Okay. Well, fuck me, then.”

“How would *you* know?! You gave up! You didn’t even try!”

“We *must* have had a chance, at some point… Doesn’t everyone get a chance, if nothing more?”

“How could you say that…?”

DOLORES DEI — “Because it’s true,” she says, matter-of-fact. “There is no moment in time that you can turn back to, no branching paths, no infinity. There is only what happened. I looked back… and then away.” She closes her eyes, turning her back to you.

“The moment ended. *We* ended. That is all.”

SHIVERS — A wave crashes against an unseen shore, ocean spray tickling the back of your neck. You shiver, but no one shivers with you. You are alone in this intersection. Why are you here?

“Why can’t *I* end?! Why can’t this all just stop? Please, make it stop…”

“Ended? I’ve barely even started! I got a chance to start completely over as somebody new! I don’t need you anymore! You’re just dead weight to me now.”

“No. That wasn’t the real ending. We’re a part of something so much bigger than this intersection, telling a story that encapsulates all of history! There’s *more* to this, it *means* something.”

“Then… What am I supposed to do now…?”

DOLORES DEI — “No, Harry.” She turns back to you again now, and she looks… sad.

“We were not metaphors. We were people. Our narrative was not intelligently designed. It simply followed the patterns of history, because those are the only patterns we *know.* We tried to create something new, but we failed. There is no narrative reward for our failure, no satisfactory ending. There is only the immutable past and the unknowable future.”

RHETORIC — There is no assurance of what is good or deserved or what may bring relief. There is no assurance of punishment, either. There is no assurance of anything. Not even of a future. I don’t know what to say to make this bearable.

VOLITION — Even so… As long as you live, *something* is promised. Can you live with that?

I can’t, I just can’t do this anymore…

I can. It’s enough.

I don’t know. I just don’t know.

I can at least try for a little longer…

VOLITION — That’s all I ask. That’s enough.

[turtletoria]

a mask of my own face