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@longlivedelusion
Welcome to my little delusional corner of the internet 🔥 I post NSFW stuff so please be mindful if you don't wanna see that.
If y'all are sick of me on here, you can find me on Bluesky.
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(It also has all the fandoms I'm currently interested in that I might not have written about yet)
Banner art by @lazy-eggzy ✨
Library
Critical Role
Marvel
Love and Deepspace
I was studying old magazine pages and oops! It became scriddler.
Process pics that I think looked cool 👇
i'm a big sucker for a diegetic piece of art/literature serving as a mirror to the story's characters, so naturally the illustration of the poem about a silverleaf tree falling in love with a star from chapter 47 of WHA *had* to be redrawn as Qifrey and Oru ✨🍃
tip jar!
aaand a rotated version under the cut for easier Oru appreciation!
azune’s face as gus says “I’m not the wife-taking type.”,,, I am YELLING
i was bored in class today so i drew grace on my phone
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his shelter dog mentality has fascinated me
aka. Azune Nayar as Joan of Arc.
star wars fans really just make anything up
I’m not Glup Shitto-ing you. He has a sexstache and everything.
star wars heritage post
Happy Pride to Biggs Darklighter
awkward - hollanov - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 406 - click here for my hollanov microfic archive on ao3
"I have something for you both. Just something little," Yuna said as she followed Shane, Ilya, and David to the living room, having just finished dinner together.
It was the night before Ilya's last day at the cottage, and the air had shifted. Anxiety, sadness, and anticipation clouded Shane's thoughts. "You didn't have to get us anything, Mom," he murmured, hardly focusing on the conversation.
But Yuna just shushed him, already moving to her bag to pull out two small, wrapped, flat rectangles, which she handed to them both.
They exchanged a glance, then opened them, not sure what to say.
Shane's heart lurched in his chest.
"It is...oh my god," Ilya mumbled with a small smile, eyes on his own gift.
It was a small, framed copy of the day they'd been drafted, the two of them standing next to each other as awkward teenagers, smiling at the camera. Yuna had cropped out the player who'd been third, leaving just Shane and Ilya in the frame.
"I figured...well, players take pictures of their partners on the road, right? But...that wouldn't be...so this isn't terribly suspicious, I think? If you keep it in your bag or something? I mean, it makes sense, to want to remember draft day. Nobody would suspect..."
Shane swallowed the lump in his throat, smiling. "That was a good day," he said, looking over to his boyfriend, who seemed just as teary-eyed.
Ilya nodded, obviously overcome with emotion, but then eyed Shane and shrugged playfully. "Eh. Was okay."
"Okay? Fuck you, Rozanov, you beat me!" Shane protested, smiling at the jab.
"Top five, maybe," he replied, smirking.
"Let me guess," Shane rolled his eyes," winning the cup was the first? And, what? That was the second?"
"Eh, no. Cup was second. This was third. First was...few days ago. When you said you loved me." It was a fact dropped so casually that it took a few moments to land. But, oh, when it did…
The living room was silent for a moment as Shane took that in, his whole body filling with joy.
"Oh," Yuna murmured from her seat, hand on her chest, beaming. "Oh, that's so sw–"
But Ilya was looking at Shane, who was still processing, grinning, melting in the man's gaze.
"Eh. Actually...no," Ilya corrected himself, smirking. "I change my mind. Was winning the cup, I think. Much more exciting."
"Fuck you, Rozanov."
awkward - hollanov - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 406 - click here for my hollanov microfic archive on ao3
"I have something for you both. Just something little," Yuna said as she followed Shane, Ilya, and David to the living room, having just finished dinner together.
It was the night before Ilya's last day at the cottage, and the air had shifted. Anxiety, sadness, and anticipation clouded Shane's thoughts. "You didn't have to get us anything, Mom," he murmured, hardly focusing on the conversation.
But Yuna just shushed him, already moving to her bag to pull out two small, wrapped, flat rectangles, which she handed to them both.
They exchanged a glance, then opened them, not sure what to say.
Shane's heart lurched in his chest.
"It is...oh my god," Ilya mumbled with a small smile, eyes on his own gift.
It was a small, framed copy of the day they'd been drafted, the two of them standing next to each other as awkward teenagers, smiling at the camera. Yuna had cropped out the player who'd been third, leaving just Shane and Ilya in the frame.
"I figured...well, players take pictures of their partners on the road, right? But...that wouldn't be...so this isn't terribly suspicious, I think? If you keep it in your bag or something? I mean, it makes sense, to want to remember draft day. Nobody would suspect..."
Shane swallowed the lump in his throat, smiling. "That was a good day," he said, looking over to his boyfriend, who seemed just as teary-eyed.
Ilya nodded, obviously overcome with emotion, but then eyed Shane and shrugged playfully. "Eh. Was okay."
"Okay? Fuck you, Rozanov, you beat me!" Shane protested, smiling at the jab.
"Top five, maybe," he replied, smirking.
"Let me guess," Shane rolled his eyes," winning the cup was the first? And, what? That was the second?"
"Eh, no. Cup was second. This was third. First was...few days ago. When you said you loved me." It was a fact dropped so casually that it took a few moments to land. But, oh, when it did…
The living room was silent for a moment as Shane took that in, his whole body filling with joy.
"Oh," Yuna murmured from her seat, hand on her chest, beaming. "Oh, that's so sw–"
But Ilya was looking at Shane, who was still processing, grinning, melting in the man's gaze.
"Eh. Actually...no," Ilya corrected himself, smirking. "I change my mind. Was winning the cup, I think. Much more exciting."
"Fuck you, Rozanov."
if people start uncritically believing lestat’s version of the story I’m gonna start saying louis is a reliable narrator to cancel it out
pick a card 🃏🌛✨
best thing tumblr ever did for me is the term "rotating it in my mind". it's really true that sometimes you think about something real hard but you can't tell what the thoughts are exactly. it's revolutionary stuff, i might even say
sometimes the subject of your thoughts is just in this thing
Ah, there it is!
The TUMBLER!
The tumblr blorbo in the blorbo tumbler.
Where’s that one post that’s like Reasons Why My Wife Cried This Week and when are we gonna get a fanfic of that but Ryland Grace.
Reasons my human has cried:
* New student, very small. Grace said it was pebble. Pebble is small Earth rock. Pebble likes name.
* He found out Eridians have no gender rules.
* Students brought him mineral sample. After he stopped crying he said he loves show-and-tell game. Human naming conventions oddly literal.
* I told him Earthsun grew bright.
* I took him up atop atmosphere bypass elevator to look at stars.
* He woke up from nap and found me still with him. I did not wait on his chest; he says I am heavy like “elephant” and he “couldn’t breathe.” I laid my arm over him instead, kept him close, feeling safe. He said “cuddle” was warm.
* Before class he heard younglings singing.
* He has plants in house from sprouts on ship. Plant grew “bud.”
* Engineers got seawater temperature right. He took off shoes and stood in water, sighing. He didn’t care about pants getting damp. Cried until shirt was also damp. Humans very endlessly wet.
* He missed “Doritos.”
* Adrian helped food scientists make taumoeba dried paste. Made it crunchy after heating. We fused it into triangle form. Told him it was Tauritos. That made him laugh-cry. Laugh-cry is rare and precious.
* He remembered Eridians have no gender rules.
* We made him celebration outfit. Used metals he calls pretty. He can see frequencies named “colorful” and “shiny.” These make humans happiest.
* I gave him hug when he wasn’t expecting it. Easier to hug close now with exosuit. Hug when Grace sitting down so he does not fall over.
* Told him to think long time, stay with me as long as he can.
Where’s that one post that’s like Reasons Why My Wife Cried This Week and when are we gonna get a fanfic of that but Ryland Grace.
Reasons my human has cried:
* New student, very small. Grace said it was pebble. Pebble is small Earth rock. Pebble likes name.
* He found out Eridians have no gender rules.
* Students brought him mineral sample. After he stopped crying he said he loves show-and-tell game. Human naming conventions oddly literal.
* I told him Earthsun grew bright.
* I took him up atop atmosphere bypass elevator to look at stars.
* He woke up from nap and found me still with him. I did not wait on his chest; he says I am heavy like “elephant” and he “couldn’t breathe.” I laid my arm over him instead, kept him close, feeling safe. He said “cuddle” was warm.
* Before class he heard younglings singing.
* He has plants in house from sprouts on ship. Plant grew “bud.”
* Engineers got seawater temperature right. He took off shoes and stood in water, sighing. He didn’t care about pants getting damp. Cried until shirt was also damp. Humans very endlessly wet.
* He missed “Doritos.”
* Adrian helped food scientists make taumoeba dried paste. Made it crunchy after heating. We fused it into triangle form. Told him it was Tauritos. That made him laugh-cry. Laugh-cry is rare and precious.
* He remembered Eridians have no gender rules.
* We made him celebration outfit. Used metals he calls pretty. He can see frequencies named “colorful” and “shiny.” These make humans happiest.
* I gave him hug when he wasn’t expecting it. Easier to hug close now with exosuit. Hug when Grace sitting down so he does not fall over.
* Told him to think long time, stay with me as long as he can.
