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annoying-and-upset -> thealchemistal
I found out one of my friends passed away yesterday. It's taken a massive toll on me... I literally saw her at the weekend as well, so it's put me in this spiral of, "maybe I could've done something".
Realistically, I know she was struggling with things far beyond my knowledge and me going to hang out with some other friends for a few hours at the con wasn't the 'final straw' or anything but it's still hard to think that maybe I could've been a better friend to her.
She was a light in our little cosplay community and one that a lot of people are missing now that she's gone. And I can and will go through with the Cyberpunk cosplays we talked about doing. I know it was special to her. And I'll do it in her honour, to remember her.
God it's going to be tough for a while... I'm still very much in the early stages of grief and I know it's going to hit me when I least expect it :/ but I will be strong. I have to be!
Rest peacefully Meg, you will be missed 🌸
Hello old chum! To remember the good queen Liz, I am offering you Skyrim for just one shilling! DM if interested, you jolly good egg!
washing machines are a social construct made up by sock companies to sell more socks
i said it in replies but i forgot tumblr notifs are broke so: dude you ARE the funnyman believe in yourself like we believe in you -dave sys32
Bro,,,,,, yall,,, i jUST woke up but :powercry: yall ur gnna make me CRY!!!!!!!! Yo!!!!!!!!!! :,,,^)
I lov yall, i WILL litrlly fight 4 u guys dont even TRY ME i RLLY WLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!
OLD DRWNG B VERY APPLCBL
I’ve heard of the first tip before and it’s so hard for me to do >:V Second one sounds particularly helpful! I’m not the most detailed person in the world and I’d love to be able to nail down the basic structure in a few strokes! The third tip seems hella interesting too and I’ll definitely be trying it out in the near future, I really love art constructed with simple shapes. Yeah..... the last tip is important but aiyaa, I’ll try my best--
Thank you so much for these, anon! I haven’t heard of half of these before and I’m truly grateful for your time!
Your Isa/Lucio Commission! - malaktheraven
VENI, VIDI, AMAVI
“To Vesuvia!” Lucio calls out over the throbbing mass of mercenaries, eyes glittering with triumph. Isa watches as he tosses his stein up in a sweeping gesture, sending droplets flying onto the faces of the criminals below. “The capital of murder and the home of mayhem! May it always need someone to get their hands dirty!”
“Here, here!” the crowd cheers, bumping steins clumsily before knocking them back, chugging it down. Lucio is grinning, triumphant, preening as he looks out over them, a king before his subjects.
Isa rolls their eyes from where they sit, perched upon one of the rickety barstools, and takes a sip of their own drink to cover the smile playing at the corners of their mouth.
“He yours?” the barkeep asks, eyebrow raised. Isa looks up distractedly, brow knitting in confusion. They smile quietly and nod at Lucio as he performs, sending the crew into belly-aching bouts of raucous laughter. “That one. The peacock.”
Isa’s cheeks warm, and they shake their head, looking down into their stein. “Oh, ah, no,” they say. “I’m just the healer.”
“Pity,” the barkeep says, wistful as anything, still eyeing him as they clean out a stein.
“Oh, well, it’s not so bad,” Isa replies, looking down at the bartop and running a finger over one of the grooves in the wood. “I mean, I don’t want more. From him. With him.” The words taste more like a half-hearted denial than the magician would like, and it unsettles them.
“I wasn’t talking about you, dearie,” they say, and Isa’s gaze flies up to them in surprise. They laugh, warm-heartedly, and look pointedly over Isa’s shoulder, in the direction of the noise, before leaning in, as if to tell a secret. “That man hasn’t been able to stop looking over here since you all arrived. It’s a pity, seeing someone so in love, when the two of you aren’t together.”
Isa is suddenly very grateful they hadn’t decided to take a sip just then, because they’re sure they would have spat it right into the kindly-looking bartender’s face.
“In love?” they splutter. “Lucio isn’t -”
“A toast to Isa, then!” a familiar voice declares, and Isa swivels in their seat, surprised to have been mentioned. Lucio is raising his stein in their direction, and his gaze rests slowly on theirs; he does not look to the crowd for their reaction, does not put on a great show. He merely smiles, slow and wide and teasing, and says: “The best of us all.”
A shout from the mercenaries below, but Isa doesn’t hear it, not really. Not above their thudding heartbeat. Not when Lucio is looking at them like that, like they are the greatest treasure he has ever seen.
“Right,” the barkeep says, dryly, from behind them. “Not in love at all. My mistake.”
They’re sure they have a response for that, somewhere inside their head, but they can’t quite find it, because right then, Lucio jumps down from his make-shift stage. And then he’s pushing through the crowd, and it’s splitting out of the way for him.
Isa knows that the crew is turning around, confused as to where their leader is going, but they can’t really muster up the strength to be worried about what they must think. They don’t have time for any thought, when Lucio’s eyes - unwavering, intense, glowing - are trained directly on theirs.
“Lucio?” they ask, breathlessly, when he stops in front of them. “What are you doing?”
His smile turns impish, and then they’re in the air.
Their stomach swoops lower, and they let out a startled half-yell as he scoops them into his arms. They glare up at him once the world settles down again, their cheeks flushed with embarrassment. He grins back, quick and unrepentant, before turning out towards the crew, lifting them higher as if in offering.
“Three cheers for our healer!” he shouts, and they bury their face into his chest with a groan. He just lifts them higher.
“Isa! Isa! Isa!” the tavern yells back.
“You hear that?” Lucio murmurs, eyes softening again as he looks down into Isa’s face. Their heart constricts at the sight, at the knowledge that these words are just for them. “They all love you.”
“They’re drunk,” they mutter back, trying desperately to hold onto their irritation.
“I’m not,” he replies, soft, soft, soft, eyes locked on theirs.
Their heart beats wildly at the implication, but a larger part of them needs the words.
“Yeah, but you don’t love me,” they retort. He knows it’s a challenge, a question, an opening; they’re giving him a choice.
But Lucio has never shied away from dares, has never balked from the truth, and he does not hesitate now.
“Oh?” he asks. “Is that what you think?”
He glances around, checks to see who is still watching, and then sets them down onto their feet and ushers them away from the eager, drunken eyes of their friends. Nudges them into a dark corner, away from the chaos, and cups their chin in one hand. His other is pressed into the wall beside their head, loose and unaggressive.
He’s not boxing them in, not laying a trap; he’s inviting them into a moment, into something that is just them, just this. He’s asking for their undivided attention.
They give it willingly.
“Isa,” he whispers, his voice low. “I have been in love with you since the day we met. I thought I’d made that rather clear, but if you require further evidence, I’d be more than happy to assuage your doubts.”
Heat pools in the bottom of their stomach, and their skin prickles with awareness of him, of the promise in his tone. In these words.
“What did you have in mind?” they ask.
His eyes burn.
“I’m so glad you asked,” he says, and then his hands are gripping on their hips, pushing them back into the wall, and his lips are on theirs, and they’re burning with him.
SCREAMS, I DIDN’T EVEN NOTICE I HAD ANYTHING IN MY INBOX FOR LIKE TWO HOURS THIS IS SO NICE THANK YOU!!
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