It's because shut up. Shut up is why.

call me Ran! I like stuff and write things. mcyt for me is almost always about the characters. ao3 is amaranthinecanicular

[bert-1-19-19]

Saw the new spider and let me tell ya something…

It was good

[luminouslotuses]

c!clingyduo and the mutual, unwavering appreciation of best friends

chalcedony on gentle.earth // @felixirr // dream smp - one last time twitch stream // white guy coaches a filipino basketball team // best friend by laufey // @routeriver // best friend by laufey // white guy coaches a filipino basketball team // the man who gave us all the things by adam smiley poswolsky

[blocky-tides]

eternal duo; memories can be forgotten like a stone tossed into the sea. but i’m still here. i’m still here.

for @liliisokay

{200 follower celebration request a web weave!}

susan abulhawa / @toffi-fi / hozier / @woobifytonysoprano / a.m. homes / @poorlydrawnmcyt / jeanette winterson / ocean vuong / @melodyfsoul1 / rebecca solnit / czeslaw milosz / @oh-lordy-lord-save-me / bell hooks

[melscrate]

soft hugs

[lucyfrankenstein]

c!tommy - to tell the truth, i saw it coming

lcd soundsystem, all my friends / low, words / maggie rogers, new song / @miniaturekeytar ​, back and forth / of monsters and men, waiting for the snow / ocean vuong, on earth we’re briefly gorgeous / pjharvey + moby, porcelain / sylvia plath / new order, state of the nation / of monsters and men, wild roses / @miniaturekeytar, welcome home / sasha chapin / 

[softwaring]

A wave crashes into a lighthouse in Porto, Portugal. The photographer was dragged by the wave and had to receive care for hypothermia, but is fine now. x

[amaranthinecanicular]

keeper

Karl told them once that lighthouses in New England were made to be haunted. The storms and the fog and the craggy, toothy shores. There are sixty five lighthouses dotting the coast of Maine. Fifty seven active. One skeleton. Eight with historic Fresnel lights. He said spirits from all over the country probably flocked to them, all looking for a home. Quackity said he didn’t believe in ghosts. (Sapnap gets in a car and drives twenty hours to hole up in a lighthouse. He leaves one fiance behind and finds another waiting. The world is ending. It’s quieter than he expected.)

my piece for @mcytblraufest! a slowburn horror romance au about a gentle apocalypse, and the ways we grieve.

enriched by the most heartachey art by the spectacular @paradoxalriven! look upon it and weep

[antimony-medusa]

Notes by @ryxlue

[lucybellwood]

Fucking slain in my tracks by this postcard on my friend’s dresser

[melscrate]

A Snowchester visit

[marsipanart]

if i see more reels of this im gonna implodee

[queensinchains]

Winter's nigh and summer's o'er Hear that high and lonesome sound Of my husband coming for To bring me home to Hadestown

[atrusovaartist]

acrylic, canvas 40*50 cm «Lighthouse of the Northern Sunset» 2025

[paradoxalriven]

Quackity drags him over to the couch and pummels at him until he’s on his back, so Quackity can scramble on top of him and lie flat, a long cool column of salt. They put on the Golden Girls—fridge light to record player to TV is a sliding scale—and finish the second bottle between them. Sapnap knows he’s drunk enough that he probably won’t remember every stupid half-asleep thing they mumble, but he wants to. He tries to.

I got to work with the awesome amaranthinecanicular on their fic here!! ripped my heart out and crushed it 10/10 experience everyone should read it

[amaranthinecanicular]

keeper

Karl told them once that lighthouses in New England were made to be haunted. The storms and the fog and the craggy, toothy shores. There are sixty five lighthouses dotting the coast of Maine. Fifty seven active. One skeleton. Eight with historic Fresnel lights. He said spirits from all over the country probably flocked to them, all looking for a home. Quackity said he didn’t believe in ghosts. (Sapnap gets in a car and drives twenty hours to hole up in a lighthouse. He leaves one fiance behind and finds another waiting. The world is ending. It’s quieter than he expected.)

my piece for @mcytblraufest! a slowburn horror romance au about a gentle apocalypse, and the ways we grieve.

enriched by the most heartachey art by the spectacular @paradoxalriven! look upon it and weep

[melscrate]

technocryptid

[kag3pro]

does cmyk still exist as a name for this group, or is just not a thing anymore? anyways, i wanted to draw the cmyk quartet before artfight started so here are some little bust shots of them!!! yayyyy !!!!!

[inevitablestars]

can't believe that the turning around story ended with him turning around again i'm so upset