#{(eyyyy

[wivesline]

kori cheverie, the blessing you are to me

[mayapapaya33]

I'm still not over how awesome that Cliff Top duel was. Rip The Fonz Tachonis or whatever the fuck Occtis' Brother's dumbass name was.

[slaughterlmfao]

Im BACK yall!! been a while and im still burnt out but i wanted to come back to shitpost and motivate myself to draw more

[stoicjewel]

Into the multiverse

Cypress sweeps her arm across her desk, watching as various books and artifacts crash to the ground. Her breathing was fast and uneven, squeezing painfully as she tried to steady herself.

She can still feel the searing pain through every inch of her body. Magic was starting to run from her nose. Of course Bobbie wasn't going to let her go that easily. She should have known better than to get her hopes up.

"... Fuck." She groans, her voice low and weak.

She looks down at the mess she had made. Papers and pencils scattered about. What caught her eye was an old photo.

Her and Viola. First day of college. She slowly picks up the small print, examining it between her shaking hands. TRY TO FORGET scrawled across the back.

She felt her eyes start to sting.

She's alone. There's nobody who can help her.

Bobbie is right.

She's going to die alone out here.

She sat in silence for who knows how long. Letting that knowledge sink in. Infect every inch of her fabric, creep into every crevice of her stuffing. She was going to die.

But it wouldn't be alone.

She shakes her head, making up her mind. She starts to dig through the house, trying to gather anything she could find. Something that might put that bastard down. She had gasoline. She might be able to fill that water gun with it. Holding it again after... She left feels odd.

She grabs all the seam rippers from the drawers. They might be medical instruments, but they can certainly hurt if used correctly. She stuffs them into her hair, the same she would her hair sticks.

She grabbed an old Zippo lighter and some bottles. If all else fails, then a simple Molotov cocktail should suffice. Might even blind them. She felt a bit of dark glee at that thought.

She gathers everything in front of the portal, looking up at its ominous shape. Only one thing left to do.

She leaves a piece of paper behind on the desk, before yanking down the lever to the huge machine as harshly as she can. The portal roars to life, filling the room with a harsh blue light. She could feel the power whistling past her head, as if pulling her in.

She listens.

The portal breaks down behind the small puppet. Leaving nothing but a spark of its past power. Now, all trace there was of Cypress is the portal. Is her home. And her note.

"To whomever may find this page, I am already gone. There's little chance I will return. Do not bother looking for me, if you please. I wouldn't want to waste your time.

Consider this my last wish. I request all of my discoveries go to my father, Cameron Cypress, and my sister, Sharmie Cypress. I don't want my mother to benefit from a single word of my research, or a single stroke of my art. She won't be getting a cent from me.

My home, and all of my remaining belongings, shall go to my twin, Xiana.

Xiana, if this note somehow finds you... I miss you. And I apologize I wouldn't be able to speak to you before I go. Know that even if I never forgave you... You will always be my sister. My twin. My other half.

I hope you'll be able to forgive me someday."

- Dupreziana Cypress

@aroace-get-out-of-my-face @tinfoil-jones

[mychaelsoj]

Until I Found you

Pairing: Ronin Beaufort (Killer chat) x Trans reader Tags: Hurt, Comfort. Tw: Self harm, generally just sensitive topics. Divider creds: @huraxy-dividers 521 words

Who could think one poor interaction would lead you to a full on spiraling? The thought of having to go out was already nagging you, considering what happened this past week, you feel pissed, sad and beyond frustrated so much so the only form of coping in your mind was relapsing. Why couldn't people just treat you like the normal human being you are? ''Maybe they're learning too,'' Your higher up said to you as if it made the situation any more bearable. Bullshit, It was all bullshit. You couldn't even force a smile as you left. Now everytime you do the grace of greeting them it grows more awkward.

The room is silent when you get home, in a way you feel the necessity to fill it but you can't, the words don't even cross your mind and it feels empty, you cried yet it didn't help and Ronin was not here. He can't be. At least not forever.

While both you and Ronin had very different occupations, He couldn't help but notice you growing distance and avoidant of your own self. Ronin was always supportive to which you did the same, he knew how shitty people could get. And Friday was no different. Soon enough, it became a routine, one that you didn't plan. You muttered a small greeting hopefully making up for the lack of eye contact before going to the bathroom. Ronin has noticed this behavior, it had been going on nearly for two weeks. If there was one thing he was good at it was observe and quickly clock things. He decided to be unexpectedly patient, looking into it attentively.

You came home later that day, with no more energy you went straight ahead into the bathroom, The frustration and anger was no longer there, just emptiness.

The floor is cold when you sit down, the cool titles of the wall is no different making you flinch at the sudden contact, You sigh slumping down.

He obviously noticed the strange pattern along the week but for you to not greet him? Yeah, His suspicious about your behavior were confirmed.

With a sign, He got up from the couch, padding towards the bathroom, "I'm gonna come in, alright?"

His lips pressed into a thin like cringing both at the silence and the softness of his voice before he pushed the door open.

You looked...Pale. Sickly pale, even more pale than when he told you about the whole "I know you're a writer." thing, He giggled at himself at the thought. Then he noticed, how your sleeves stuck to your arms a little, how your bright eyes were now empty and the thing he disliked the most how you didn't care.

He knew not to say much words but rather act, He held you when you couldn't hold yourself, he uncharacteristically treated wounds instead of inflicting them and most importantly you knew you were loved and even tho he didn't say much he didn't doubt for a second, you did so too. It was difficult sometimes, it wasn't perfect but it was something you could call yours.

@mychaelsoj

[hran-art]

Referencing @ksopaz Fresh as a magical girl. Click this link to see the ref n Fresh in a bootiful dress with more intricate designs.

Fresh belongs to @loverofpiggies

This is just a rough sketch and coloring, go check out ksopaz works. It is bootiful. I love fresh, platonically and aesthetically. My eyes are blessed.

[canwriteitbetterthanueverfeltit]

oh hey it's midnight now IT'S MY BIRTHDAY 🎈

[sinnerxroulette]

SENDER drapes their jacket over RECEIVER'S shoulders. Or/

SENDER pulls RECEIVER back when they try to leave

@a-hazbin-spider :3c

"I-I'm fine....."

[Jacket scenario? ;3]

@a-hazbin-spider