tsukishima kei ✧ for emery~ (@krshima)

oh great another cas style study

Let’s put it all on the line, see who’s victorious (Patreon)

I've got so many damn stories and gameplays lol- a poll

yes there are a lot of stories on this blog (all part of the same universe!) yes they're all unfinished for now yes I will get around to all of them, prioritizing whichever I feel inspired to touch base with

But just for my own curiosity...

Links for reference:

My Darling 4

Many Moons Ago

Moodlit

Darling High School Years

Red Wolf Fury

Stuck in Their Shadow

Strange Grey

the way being on caratblr never fails to bring me joy no matter the circumstance and no matter how much time has passed </3

Hello! I'm sorry if this is out of the blue, but how'd you get so good at crochet? Your doily looks amazing! I can knit very simple stuff and I've been meaning to pick up crochet, but knit/crochet language for projects can be confusing lol. Also how's your day been?

ahhh i've been crocheting for like 4... and a half? years or so now ... so i think a big part of my skill is just lots of practice! back when i was starting out (learning the stitches) i would make soooo many little "test" swatches to make sure my tension is even, that all the stitches look uniform etc. ^_^ but even still whenever i do a flat project i always make the foundation chain too tight... sob

some written patterns get really confusing with all the abbreviations and whatnot :( if you're lucky sometimes there's charted patterns which might be less confusing. plus it's kindof like a visual guide to see what and how each row/ round will look instead of just. guessing

i've been meaning to get into knitting but having two needles to deal with instead of just one hook is like @_@ too much at once!! afghan/ tunisian crochet is similar to knitting i've heard but idk enough about knitting to say for sure lol

my day's been alright! i packed up some of my stuff for moving back in2 my dorm... classes start back up for me on monday + move-back-in is tomorrow. yaay 🎉

Hey! I just wanted to say thank you again for sharing your art with the internet. I had a really REALLY awful day yesterday, and seeing Baby Todd and Vargas Dads still managed to make me feel really happy. The stuff you draw never fails to lift my spirits ❤

I’m glad you’ve been enjoying them and that they’re able to bring you comfort uwu♥ There’s still a bit yet so I hope they continue to!

Hi India👋🏼 I know your on hiatus so it might take you a while to answer this but I was wondering if you still have Erin & Victor's penthouse for download, if you do would it be possible to get the download link please? I completely understand if you dont! It's been a while since that post🌷

Hey! You're in luck cause I still had it saved in my wordpress files so here you go!

Hi! I saw this tiktok of Ricky and thought you’d appreciate it: https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8RcuPJs/

I hope the link works. Hope you’re doing well 💜

Sorry the bark wasn't a dog it was me LOL

Third time I've been shown this video and if it's not a sign for me to claim and gif it I dunno what <33

👁👁 hi rushing! in my mind youre still the biggest queen expert i know so i thought i'd ask you this. do you know when face it alone is being released? they said september but thats come and gone and im going slightly batshit over it. have you seen any updates? thank u love u miss u 💗

!!!! HI it's so so good to hear from you! ♥

I had a whole answer typed out about how the release probably got pushed back to better time with the release of the new boxset for The Miracle so we'll probably hear more whenever they're ready to announce that

BUT THERE IS ACTUALLY AN UPDATE!

Looks like we only have a week left to wait! 🤩 🤩 🤩

Holy crap, it's a pop-up!

❝ ------that's my line. ❞

i know its ridiculous of me to say this in this site but i think people here should be more aggressive (AND definitely more nuanced)

@ko3ak​   asked:

[GO] or [GIVE] 👀 I miss them

[   GO   ]      for   the   taller   muse   to   pick   up   the   shorter   one   and   carry   them   away   from   a   potential/just   started   fight.

𝙼𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙴𝚁   𝚆𝙰𝚂   𝙰𝙻𝚆𝙰𝚈𝚂   𝙾𝙽𝙴   𝚃𝙾   𝙸𝙽𝚂𝙸𝚂𝚃   𝚃𝚁𝙾𝚄𝙱𝙻𝙴   𝙷𝙰𝙳   𝙰   𝚆𝙰𝚈   𝙾𝙵   𝙵𝙾𝙻𝙻𝙾𝚆𝙸𝙽𝙶   𝙷𝙸𝙼.   in   actuality   it   was   more   like   he   found   it,   or   sought   it   out.   because   when   you’re   raised   in   the   storm,   with   the   crack   of   gunshots   in   the   air,   they   become   the   comfort   you   look   for.   to   be   bathed   in   the   carnage   and   chaos   of   the   things   he   brought   upon   himself.   a   storm   self   taught,   self   inflicted,   a   means   of   destroying   himself   that   he’s   absent   to   realizing.   and   here   he   is   again,   stumbling   on   his   speech   as   he   slurs   and   the   old   wounds   just   barely   healed   over.   a   busted   lip   that   still   stings   with   something   dull   and   the   familiar   taste   of   copper   in   his   mouth   when   his   tongue   swipes   ‘cross   his   lips.

𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙴𝙻   𝙶𝚁𝙴𝚈   𝙴𝚈𝙴𝚂,     a   storm   always   raging   and   never   too   far   off   that   starts   from   inside   of   him.   something   inherited   from   his   father,   beside   his   nature   for   running.   and   he   would   always   be   worn   after,   no   matter   how   many   fights   he   won   he   would   not   get   out   of   it   without   that   drunken   haze   of   a   feeling   like   victory,   substituted   for   his   own   self   love.   something   with   a   powerful   feeling   but   a   nasty   sort   of   aftertaste   that   he   crumbles   to   every   time.   but   perhaps   tonight   wasn’t   the   night   for   it,   one   of   the   first   times   sokol   had   placed   a   hand   on   his   shoulder   to   try   and   still   him,   and   he   stayed   ---   he   tried   to   ---   𝚑𝚎   𝚆𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙳   𝚃𝙾.   tried   his   best   to   sit   and   stay   but   when   that   stranger   had   to   mouth   off   once   more   he   had   to   bite.   twist   against   flesh   in   his   own   manner   as   he   stands   so   harshly   the   chair   falls   over   behind   him   and   the   movements   to   follow   are   too   quick   to   manage.

𝙲𝚁𝙰𝙲𝙺   𝙾𝙵   𝙰   𝙶𝙻𝙰𝚂𝚂   𝙼𝙴𝙴𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶   𝚃𝙷𝙴   𝚂𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙴𝚁’𝚂   𝙵𝙰𝙲𝙴,   and   the   fine   thick   crystal   crumbles.   no   problems   to   him,   not   even   as   he   uses   that   continuous   movement   to   throw   them   to   the   floor.   yet   before   he   could   continue   a   tirade   of   drunken   rage   and   misguided   anger,   he   finds   arms   ‘round   his   midsection   and   his   weight   is   easily   lifted   to   be   carried   out.   spitting   obscenities   the   entire   time,   the   group   of   strangers   hover   over   their   fallen   comrade   with   shock   and   concern.   while   the   rest   of   which   shoo   the   duo   from   the   bar.

❛   he   fuckin’   started   it.   I’m   tellin’   you   he   fuckin’   started   it.   ❜

𝙱𝚄𝚃   𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙽   𝚆𝙷𝚈   𝙳𝙸𝙳   𝙷𝙴   𝙰𝙻𝚆𝙰𝚈𝚂   𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙴   𝚃𝙾   𝙵𝙸𝙽𝙸𝚂𝙷   𝙸𝚃?   to  escalate,   to   ruin   whatever   good   evening   they   had.   lest   they   were   at   a   restaurant   too   rich   for   his   blood,   but   then   ...   was   he   even   there   at   all.   more   like   a   skittish   animal   wrapped   in   clothes   he   always   deemed   too   good   for   him.   twinges   ‘pon   the   desolate   shame   that   always   comes   around   after   he’s   set   down   outside   the   bar   and   sways.   a   reminder   :   𝚁𝚄𝙸𝙽𝙴𝚁 !   𝚁𝚄𝙸𝙽𝙴𝚁 !   𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃’𝚂   𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃   𝚈𝙾𝚄   𝙳𝙾 !

❛   sorry,   I   jus’   --   ❜

𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃   𝙲𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳   𝙷𝙴   𝚂𝙰𝚈?

[   GIVE   ]   for   the   shorter   muse   to   stand   or   climb   to   sit   on   a   higher   surface   to   demand   a   kiss   from   the   taller   one.

𝚃𝙷𝙴   𝚁𝙴𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁   𝙾𝙵   𝙷𝙸𝚂   𝙾𝚆𝙽   𝙷𝙴𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃   𝚆𝙰𝚂   ...   𝙰   𝚂𝙾𝚄𝚁   𝙾𝙽𝙴.   often   the   source   of   many   jokes,   whether   it   be   from   the   imposing   forces   of   S.W.A.T,   or   his   very   own   crew.   either   way,   it   undoubtedly,   and   without   fail,   earned   the   ire   of   the   smaller   man.   however,   there   were   moments   that   offered   much   needed   reprieve   for   him.   the   way   he   fit   so   perfectly   within   the   embrace   of   Sokol,   the   way   his   lover   would   dip   downwards   and   steal   kisses   while   Miller’s   heart   thrummed   harshly   in   his   chest.   all   those   moments   spent   cooing   and   crooning   to   one   another,   feeling   like   for   once   in   his   life   he   perfectly   fit.  

𝙽𝙾𝚆,   𝙹𝚄𝚂𝚃   𝚂𝙾   𝙷𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙴𝙽𝙴𝙳   𝚃𝙾   𝙱𝙴   𝙾𝙽𝙴   𝙾𝙵   𝚃𝙷𝙾𝚂𝙴   𝙼𝙾𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃𝚂.   a   smirk   donned   on   his   lips,   telltale   quirk   of   dimples   ---   softened   grooves   of   delight   in   his   cheeks   to   signify   that   he   had   something   in   store.   hoisting   himself   up   to   sit   atop   the   counter   next   to   where   sokol   stood,   he   finds   himself   trying   to   catch   his   gaze.   twinging   of   his   lips   as   he   finally   garners   his   attention   and   his   hands   begin   their   movement,   the   one   closest   to   his   lover   shifting   along   his   chest   and   hooking   two   fingers   ‘round   the   tie   affixed   to   the   front   of   his   gore   stained   suit.   they’d   certainly   need   to   get   that   cleaned,   but   for   now   ...   a   light   tug,   and   that   familiar   lopsided   grin   quirks   upon   Miller’s   lips   as   he   coos   softly.

❛   c’mere   ...   been   too   far   away   from   me   all   day.   need   more   of   you.   ❜

𝚂𝙾𝙵𝚃𝙻𝚈   𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽,   not   that   he   cared   if   anyone   heard.   the   fluttering   of   his   heart   and   those   eyes   softening   further,   while   his   gaze   catches   upon   his   lover’s   lips.   any   food   sokol   was   making   could   surely   wait   a   moment   or   two,   after   all,   they   had   anything   they   could   ever   need   now   didn’t   they?

prompt.   /   accepting.

dudes, I have some news. I am now going by they/them pronouns.