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(this is first time i ever draw for a character bday lol)

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Happy Birthday Kuras
and happy new year people💖
(this is first time i ever draw for a character bday lol)
Fanart based on @vowheavypiety's Secret Santa gift << Who would trade the hum of night for sunlight? >>!! I COULDNT THANK YOU ENOUGH PHAINON!! I LOVE THIS SM!!
UGGH love the quiet moments like these *violently sobbing
Who would trade the hum of night for sunlight?
—🎕 CW ; I've only read the first demo(Aka the beginning) for Ais, so I might not be aware of certain things. A rather shallow read on Sunlight by Hozier to fit better with Ais and Errol. Pining from both sides, but nothing will be said. Non-established relationship; Implied that something romantic/intimate happened before to make it awkward between them, though. I assumed a lot of things abt Ais and his backstory. A little bit of Loser Ais agenda. Princess best wingwoman. Yumeship of @phil-pokr 's Errol and TOUCHSTARVED's Ais. Fluffy(?). No beta, we will die.
—🎕 wc ; 1718
—🎕 The TOUCHSTARVED discord server did a secret santa and this is my submission: ) I waited for permission to publish this naturally. Pt.2? uhm... on 05/01/26 if life allows it...
Synopsis: Errol, whilst outside the walls of Eridia, the night falls quicker than usual, and fog makes it difficult to travel back to the city; thankfully, they chance upon Princess whilst she leads them back to the seaspring with Ais.
The fog began to set, the sky began to dim, and in the midst of it, Errol was travelling the outer walls of Eridia, in search of nothing in particular, yet searching nonetheless. You see, curiosity was a drive like no other, and time would forego itself for the likes of Errol. Thus, the snow began to set, and Errol, none the wiser, noticed rather late.
The road home was difficult to see, and with already poor vision from all-nighters pulled despite knowing not to, combined with reading in dim lighting, it presents a significant challenge in the current situation. Errol, with fear setting in, began to walk in the hopes of chancing upon the walls of Eridia.
Just as regret was beginning to set in, they'd heard a bark to their left. Fearing a soulless' attack, they began to back away. Snapping a branch in the process. A confrontation would be impossible, so in quick thinking, Errol grasped the bandages wrapping around their numb hands; A side effect of tight binding. Will this work? Maybe. Should they succeed, will it backfire? Likely.
In a tense moment, soon the sound of padding on dirt and mud gave way to... Princess!
Errol relaxed significantly after the surprise. After all, this wasn't the first time Princess had found them in a pinch before, from the frequency of their excursions outside the walls alone.
"Hello, Princess." Errol greeted while the soulless began to nose herself onto their hand, a forceful way of asking for pets, and Errol gladly obliged.
"Do you think you could lead me to the seaspring?" A sharp bark was given as a response.
The trek to the seaspring wasn't long, but it was enough walking to leave Errol in thought.
Ais... The man whom Errol dreads confronting the most right now.
After being accustomed to travelling alone for some time now, they'd forgotten the uneasy burn in between their ribs, yet it comes creeping back in. Their past with lovers has not been great, so it only leaves the question: Romance or Reason? But who would trade the comfort of the night for the blinding of sunlight? Is the allure of potential heartbreak so bewitching that it breaks their inaction?
Errol didn't get much more time to ponder that thought as they arrived in the seaspring. The imposing yet familiar decorated building. Wooden stairs led to towering double doors, and thus greeted the sight of the seaspring. The blood has gotten less... sickly and foreboding—Errol thought they might have gone wild for getting used to a lake of blood.
"Sparrow, what brings you here?" Errol wondered sometimes if Ais was just allergic to sitting on the floor.
"Missed me so soon?" They craned their neck up to the rafters, staring at the infamous gang leader, Ais. With searing eyes coloured like plum blossom flowers, and sat upon the red matching rafters.
"I was caught in the snow, and Princess helped me find my path." Always so straight to the point, that's Errol for you.
Ais glided down the support beam's rafters with the efficiency of someone who's done this time and time again. Ais glances at Errol, noting the slight trembling from the cold and turned away to check on the kettle, hardly warm enough, Tsk. It'll do until a new batch is brewed. A steady hand pours the tea into a ceramic cup before Ais is on the move again, lighting a fire to make the next batch with, silent acts of service, easily missed, yet Errol wasn't one to miss details.
Errol drank from the cup. It was fragrant, steeped well, but the warmth had left, and the freshness had become bitter, more so than usual. Drinkable, but not like what it used to be.
Soon, the crackle of a flame broke out and instantly drew both Princess and Errol to the flame, seeking warmth from the biting cold. Reluctant Errol may be, but the fireplace was the best bet of not freezing to death, pushing all three together to huddle close.
Errol and Ais were sitting across from each other while Princess was between the two. The kettle was boiling, and when Ais glanced at Errol's face, he couldn't quite tell whether the light that captivated him was from the fire or from that stubborn burn between his ribs, it comes creeping in at inopportune moments, like the sunlight while sleeping in until noon.
"I thought I'd already cut my streak of leaving bad impressions on you by now, Sparrow."
"As if there's anything good to leave an impression from." Errol scoffed, visibly shifting from the tense atmosphere to a more relaxed one unconsciously. The cold that buried itself under their skin, the same that seeped into their bones, felt like it never even happened.
"You're doing that thing with your mouth, again," Ais noted. From the way Errol pulled the corners of their mouth down, forcing a thin frown on their lips to prevent themselves from smiling. Observing the way the statement induces such a reaction.
"What thing?" Errol asked, the feigned frown now turning into a truly annoyed expression. Defensiveness is written in their body language; their palms clench, they shift in their seat, and suddenly become more aware of Ais' stare.
Ais didn't bother responding as the kettle interrupted the moment, whistling and promptly awakening Princess. While the tea was being distributed, Ais said something while the tea was being poured into the ceramic cup, "I know I don't have to say it, but you can stay for tonight. Going outside isn't a smart choice," and yet, for how lax he said it, Errol gritted their teeth and didn't respond. Even Ais could see what that did to them. Their hands got clammy, and their demeanour shifted.
Ais didn't understand what was so significant about that little reassurance that he'd said purely for testing the waters, but Ais understood the hesitancy that Errol was feeling right now. For people born in the cold and rain, to be hesitant about the open flame is only natural. It burns where the cold numbs, but you can't stop yourself. Like a moth to an open flame, you grow to crave that sensation.
Ais' feelings aren't ardent or pure. What drew Ais' attention was Errol's eyes, that same desire to live you see in street rats' eyes. The same ones that Ais and the rest of the victims of the seaspring had, not out of pity, but because of kinship, seeing someone in your past's position, but hoping that they don't end up in your position now.
Ais' attention was snapped back when he heard that sharp hiss. Feeling the slight heat from realising what he was thinking about: self-reevaluations sucked.
Errol continued the vague noises of pain, drinking tea freshly made without waiting for it to cool was awful. The sharp sting was difficult to deal with on more sensitive appendages, for example, the tongue. Errol didn't know why they thought that drinking tea to distract them from confronting themselves would be a great course of action.
Errol raised a hand to cover their mouth, shielding away their teeth from view while giving Ais a look, "Haah... If you want to make a stupid joke, now's your chance."
Ais, with his shitty grin, spoke: "Er, I'm not much of a doctor, but I can kiss your boo boo." The clear lack of remorse for such an easy joke was evident from the way his smile grew wider, to Errol's dismay.
"Oh, not only are you picking up on Vere's shit, but you're smiling about it too. Ridiculous..."
"Ouch, wounded."
Once the pain had subsided, Errol began to blow air onto the drink, taking their time with it to prevent past mistakes, whilst observing Ais and Princess interact.
It reminded them of a family beside a hearth, as foolish as that might sound. The cold forcing proximity between the three, yet for someone who never really cared for winter, finding it a hassle if anything, actually, Errol actually had fun today. Procuring a good sale on medicinal goods, exploring the lands outside of Eridia in the afternoon, before spending the night with Ais and Princess.
When Ais and Errol began to throw the last of the treats(Jerky with a questionable source of meat) in the air, letting Princess catch them with her teeth, while the tea kettle's contents began to dry up, it became evident it was time to call it quits for tonight.
Errol laid out the blankets, fluffing up the fabric so that the wooden floor tiles of the Seaspring wouldn't be such a pain to lie on. Ais began to round up all the seating cushions to use as pillows, thus making a make-shift bed near the blocked campfire at a safe distance.
With the bed ready, everyone did their best to lie comfortably. Thus, resulting in Errol on the left, Ais on the right, with some space between and Princess draped atop in some strange position to fit herself and her appendages comfortably.
Other than some minor difficulties, the night passed smoothly.
When the pale dawn breaks the night sky, and the snow begins to melt, Ais ponders what it truly means to know sunlight. Is it truly worth granting a name to a burning and bright pain? To call it love and accept its decisive pain? To trade the comfort of the night and confront the sunlight?
—🎕 Hi guys, here's Pokr's art. You legally oughta follow them if you liked this fic
—🎕 uhmmm if you by chance want a fic of ur oc done, I will gladly write it for you, or if you'd like, we can do a trade-off for oc art/fic dm me !!
Yurify your yaoi
Perversion of zeal
—🎕 WC ; 2k
—🎕 CW ; Reader Insert, Oc smut, God x Worshipper, Masochism, Intersex Character X Intersex Reader, Smut, Dacryphilia, Masturbation, Power Imbalance, Thorns as Bondage, Blood(not too graphic), Writer is asexual, Capitalisation of Y in You is intentional, like how in some biblical texts H in He is capitalised for God.
—🎕 Wow. guys... hah. remember me... 😼. I swear I have something cooking for October; I'll feed you guys after abandoning this account... For now, marvel at a little project that I'm a part of! and the representation for my oc of Malicia is in the very end of the fic. —🎕 YANDEREZINE_2025 check it out, there's a lot of other submissions that are peak asf. If you were part of the zine and seeing this waow... u're peak...
Diluc who looks like Tibetan sand fox because of tired.
Btw much as I love to make fun of twitter and reddit's business decisions, I have 0% trust in tumblr's management to not go a similar route so this is your gentle reminder that you should regularly go to your blog settings to export your blog. That's a fancy way of saying you can download a backup of your blog so if everything goes down you'll still have a backup of your posts & convos.
It's gonna come as a surprise to most of you, but if you don't want to do that for whatever reason you're allowed to not reblog this post. I'm not holding a gun to your head here I'm just trying to spread the word for people who do want a backup of their stuff.
Also, made this guide for backup Tumblr blogs (ft. export blog method, and python 3 script method):
Tumblr Backup (Python 3 Script) Index Summary What this does: Things used in this method: How to set up: Setting up Python If you messed it
can we talk about how cute your fem aventurine is like??? she is so tinyyy i actually teared up when i saw her in your latest art bc of how cute and small she is my heart is NOT ok havanillas i need to gently hold her in my palms and kiss her everywhere and tell her everything will be ok and that i will protect her she is just so so cute i want to hold her and squeeze her and kiss her and bite her and not to be a lesbian but i swear if i see her again i will cry i love her so much
shes so pretty and cute and kissable....and she's well aware of it ;)
Halovian Siblings
Commission of Acheron in a suit that I designed! With the monochrome version!
despite everything, it’s still you—?
Light that shines upon the world
I don't really know if anyone's gonna see this, but I'll try to upload fics once or twice a week.
Currently, I'm writing a sunday fic and a lighter fic from ZZZ, if that's something.. (_ _*) Z z z
All this just so I could draw Castorice in a suit….
happy april fools day from the fool doctor
fool's hope