yeah sorry about your girlfriend. she went Out.

twitter really liked this, so i’ll post it here too :))

biscuitbites is one of two ships to actually make me feel more than “aw they’re cute :)”

they’ve been doomed from the start. from the moment they met they were damned by the very narrative that brought them together. damned by the narrative that will try to rip them apart. how two polar opposites come together and face the very horrors that have sunken their teeth into their pasts.

and it makes me feel something.

it feels like a wound, one that you think will get better but it just keeps hurting. it’s beautiful. it’s beautiful in a painful, agonizing way.

you want them to be happy.

but you don’t know if they’ll get that.

You know, that would be ANGSTY COMICAL if we mixed that in the aftermath of the reveal of who is the real creator, since it could be taken as the creator REPLACING characters who hurt them.

-🥘Stew

that was the intent!

i think diluc would have it easiest. red is from a hateful part of his past, and he knows that he’s grown beyond that stage. if it weren’t for red’s temperament, he’d want to try and connect, if only to gain his trust. it still hurts, knowing that even after all this time he still failed to be what you needed, but it burns him the least.

fischl would be worse. night is everything she tried so badly to be, down to her own oz. to make it worse, night couldn’t care less about fischl, ignoring her monologues about who’s the real princess. the only one she needs the approval of is you, and she’d gotten that the second she was first summoned. she does fischl the mercy of letting her keep her name, but even that is mostly at your discretion. ‘fischl,’ ‘night,’ whatever. she just needs to protect you where amy failed.

and kaeya… my poor beloved. if night is what fischl wanted to be, shade is what kaeya has to be. night is a persona that fischl copied, shade is the very mask kaeya had put on for all his life. he’d entirely remade himself, down to the name he used and the way he treated his fellow knights, and it still wasn’t enough. all of his effort was poured into making himself something that could be accepted, that could be good enough. he’d thought he’d done a good job when he was first marked as a vessel, but now in the hunt it’s clear that his palatability only ran skin deep. shade is what you need, shade is what you want, and he’s genuine about it. shade’s entire life is yours, and he was rewarded for that devotion with your affection, earning a place at your side. and kaeya had devoted himself to the hunt instead, was so blinded by his own desires that he’d ignored the resistance of his vision. diluc may hate his past and fischl may hate night, but kaeya can only really hate himself.

it’s almost funny, how war rots lovers into what remus and sirius are now. how they used to be, warm mouths and stolen cigarettes, and how that changed, to cold beds and heartache and an undeniable loneliness that ached, that clawed at their beings and ripped their flesh apart, blood and flesh and tears.

remus remembered that august night, their bodies sweaty and pressed against each other, still. he remembered, vividly, how sirius pressed a kiss to his shoulder and how remus smiled, basking into what they believed to be beautiful. it was, it had been, and it would never be again, because they would never be those two boys in love. instead, they were two men, nothing but the smokey haze of their cigarettes bringing them any comfort.

remus remembered, vividly, how he asked if that would be what they would be forever. sirius didn’t tell him that that was the case, (the reassurance would have been in vain, and even if sirius had told him that, they both knew he was lying), but what he told him was that, no matter what, they would love each other, undeniably and forever.

and remus realised, bitterly and far, far too late, that that had been a lie to. the only thing that brought them together was bitter tobacco and furtive glances, and the grief that had become such an important part of their lives, remus did not know what life felt like without it anymore.

the only thing that brought them together was grief, the love that did not exist in their beings anymore, and the hope that one day, when the war would end, they would part ways. (remus didn’t want to, he still clung to the remains, to the memories, to what their love used to be like, once, but he hadn’t spoken to sirius in so long, he didn’t even know what his… lover wanted anymore.)

maybe it would be for the better that way, maybe they would stop suffering, gnawing at each other’s throats like rabid animals, and they would be able to breathe.

So I know I said I wanted to try and check out different things and make not just lmk art, but now that season 5 is said to be completed and they’re just waiting to release it, I’m scared LMK is gonna break into my brain again with a vengeance and that’s all I’m gonna make art of again even though I wanna try making art for multiple fandoms-

i’m a disabled trans mexican idiot who could really use some help staying afloat these days as i am currently unable to work nor reach social securities offices for benefits. i have no transportation and am deeply mentally ill with debilitating anxiety & bouts ov psychosis. often times i cannot leave my bed due to intense physical pain.

any help is appreciated <3

it’ll be towards medications for chronic illness, food, and basic necessities for my unhealthy housing situation

p*yp*l — @ lumezquiti v*nmo — lumez c*sh*pp — $lumezquiti

i do have commissions open and a shop with art and other things, DM for info

Does anyone know the cheat code to erase the pain in my heart?

When I am at heaven’s gates, do you think God will pull this up and then send me plummeting to hell???

Genuinely so sorry for the shitty iPad scan of my re volume but i couldn’t find it online

“You piled up so many today, Daddy!”

(Also look at Kanae…bibibibi…the cutest!!!!!)

fuck the mf being the big bad i want that guy as a pet. i wanna feed it kibble and teach it to roll over

he’s ok guys (frm here <3)

in the end i’d do it all again. i’d go through every heartbreaking experience to lead myself to the people i know now. i’d go through all the grief and suffering that led me to them. i’d fight every fight all over again to find the love in my life. because i’m yours. i like to think this is how fall out boy feels about each other. i like to think we can all understand this feeling. we are not alone, ever.

I am going on a hiatus, or should I say 💫tumblrina sabbatical 💫 for a few days… I’m not doing great. I love you all, please be kind to each other and yourselves <3

they fit together well. dorcas was the calm to marlene’s storm, the cold to her scorching. there was a compromise, a blend of them that brought out the best and worst of both, but isn’t that was love is supposed to feel like?

their love started with bickering and tension, then slowly evolved into furtive glances, conversations in the dead of the night. kisses. spending nights together. it was love, obvious to everyone around them, to anyone that noticed the small details, the gestures, the way they looked at each other.

oh, and dorcas was so lovely! to many, she was to fear; to her, she was to admire. she was bright, and beautiful, and she had her whole life ahead of her to do great things, with her intelligence and resilience. and marlene loved her; she loved her, she loved her! she had heard all of the conversations about stupid meadowes, then meadowes, then dorcas, then her love.

and mary had watched it all from afar, an ache in her heart.

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