it's my shitshow and I'll do with it what I want

aroace; any pronouns mostly fandom stuff might be horny on main, we'll see now tho won't we (20y) welcome to the dumping grounds current favorite word: toska

[mushroomburial]

I will NOT mount Everest are you crazy I don't even know them like that

Vesuvius on the other hand...

[puncertainty]

continuing traditions (prints here)

[mushroomburial]

Had a dream a few nights ago that grace used his quilt blanket as a flag that he planet on erid in the biodome when he got there. Idk if I saw it in a fanart and it just showed up in my dream or something but it looked cool.

[asteronomical]

grace: i dont care what happens to me as long as you get to go home

rocky: nah if grace dies, rocky take himself out 0.01 seconds later and if erid doesn't agree to take care of grace then rocky will simply crash the hail mary into the planet

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

your fandom experience will be 100 times more enjoyable if you accept the fact that you do not own your blorbos. people will interpret your blorbos in ways you don’t approve of, people will write fics about your blorbos in ways you disagree with, people will involve your blorbos in ships that make you feel disgusted. BECAUSE YOUR BLORBOS ARE THEIR BLORBOS TOO. there is nothing you can do about that. and making a “call out post” against these people will just make you a bully who thinks harassing real people over thoughtcrimes and fictional characters is justified.

how people enjoy your blorbos and how they portray your blorbos in their fanfics, fan art, headcanons, edits are literally NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS.

the world does not revolve around you, and there will always be things that upset you. BUT the good news is that you literally don’t have to care or even acknowledge things that upset you at all. that’s what the block and mute buttons are for. you cannot control what other people do, even when it involves your blorbos, but you can curate your own internet experiences.

you can either be mad at strangers for the sake of fictional characters, or you can enjoy your fandom experience by focusing on the things YOU do enjoy.

[jamqyu]

he’s not listening to that apology 🫪👀✨

[mademoiselle-cookie]

Robert who never had an orgasm in his life so he asks Flambae about it (for info ? for help ?) and ends up crying in overstimulation later on while Flambae is nowhere done with him

[mushroomburial]

Color pallette of the damned and depraved btw🤍❤️🩶🖤

[mushroomburial]

Having a shit memory can be fun sometimes because I can just forget I never actually watched the 3rd season of jjk and then be pleasantly surprised when I see it available on my streaming service

[mushroomburial]

Searching for stimulus when I am so so eepy. I feel like those dogs that have to be told to settle because they don't know when to put themselves to bed.

[mushroomburial]

I never played with Barbie dolls but I sure do have a lot of blorbos

[mushroomburial]

I don't WANT an ai chatbot romance. Give me mystic messenger or give me death.

[mushroomburial]

Do you ever wish you had different nostalgia

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

[erlinblake]

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These two have been stuck in my brain since the game came out, I'm genuinely confused how I've never drawn a full illustration of them till now 💀💀💀💀

[mechabae]

Robert is three beers and two shots in, flushing like a fire hydrant. He's never made his ancestry a secret, persay, but it's not like 'I've got the ALDH2 gene' is exactly fun party trivia.

There's a heat building against his chest and it's not entirely alcohol-induced. He flat out whines at the excessive warmth, making his skin tacky and his shirt damp. The moisture trails along his jawline and Robert vaguely registers the sensation of being humid and sticky.

He parts his gaze and stares at Flambae spilling out of his lap like a clingy golden retriever, unawares of just how big he is. 's cute and all but Robert feels disgusting.

"Can you don't?" he grumbles, grammatical coherency be damned.

Flambae lets out a low chuckle, breath hitched in offense. "What, you're not enjoying my company, Bob Bob? You don't even know how lucky you are."

Robert stares at him, the wrong head throbbing. Without a lick of self-preservation, he reaches out and pinches Flambae's nose.

Flambae squawks and swats his hand away, eliciting a snicker. Robert leans forward and rests his forehead against Flambae's shoulder, sighing as he drinks in the musk of his cologne. It's fucking hot and his dick thinks so, too.

Insistent hands grab at his shirt. Robert feels the rustle and pop of buttons. When Flambae peels him out of his uniform, Robert can do little more than pant for air. The heat is suffocating—Flambae runs his hands over scar tissue with such reverence that Robert shudders. Oh god. Stop, don't do this in public.

"Who gave you this one?"

"Huh?"

Flambae traces the outline of what resembles initials, frowning. "They carved into you like a tree." He cups Robert's chin and tilts his gaze so that he can't escape. "It's giving me ideas."

Robert stares at him dumbly. "Can't you just mark me up like a normie? My neck is right here—hhh..."

Flambae nips at him, suckles at his flesh, without reserve. Robert just shivers in the booth and takes it. (He has nothing to give, all he can do is take whatever comes his way.)

"Gonna make you mine tonight, Robert."

"Is that a promise? Or a threat...?"

Flambae starts straddling him properly and rolls his hips forward. Robert is very, very into it, in no uncertain terms.

"I can do both," Flambae grins. "For you? Always gonna be both, bitch."

Robert laughs airily. Oh, he is so fucked. "Lucky me."

[bohemianaftersunset]

always S T A R E when this art comes across the dash again but with this write-up? yeah fuck. midday delight right here.

[zarinek]

Here is two pieces of fanart for the fanfic "Of the Northmost Winds and Skies" by xxiiyu on ao3

It's frfr so good

[tuherrus]

you don't even have a dog