a little illustration i did of one of the scenes in @mllekurtz's orufrey fic root bound, which you absolutely need to go read \o/ i'm not including the quote it's based on in the caption so as to tempt you further 😈

Btw, since I've seen lots of people praising the fic for its clever horticultural solution, so to speak, that it was specifically @zmeess's brilliant idea!

it’s ninety-nine degrees outside, four fuck-thousand percent humidity, and my husband was like, “i’m gonna go for a bike ride.” and i was like “why. no. why. don’t put us on the news like that. local fool collapses on unnecessary journey. don’t do it.” so he says he doesn’t want to “hide in the house” because the sun is shining. bruh. honeybruh. “the sun is shining” does not cover it. its hot outside. its motherfucking hot as fuck outside. our outdoor plants have been crying into their hands all week. whole cars are melting into the sewer. our fucking patio umbrella developed sentience to ask me for lemonade this morning

@robotmango, you need to work for the weather forecast - this was both hilarious and so vivid it made me stand up and get some iced tea.

this is a great idea, thank you. here goes. my audition tape for the weather channel. dearly beloved. we are gathered here today to have a fucking funeral for the outdoors. it had a good run, with all its creeks and clouds and shit. pretty great. now it’s ten-thirty at night but still ninety-two asshole-sweating degrees and humid as fuck. everything is hot and slimy, like being a “borrower” that got trapped inside a bottle of shampoo and then accidentally microwaved. you can see on my doppler radar that nothing is moving around out there because everything is probably dead. the only alive thing is the mosquito currently trying to drill a hole in my leg. no surprise that all the shitbag mosquitos are fine, since the thermostat of hell is always at the devil’s preferred temperature. this forecast has gotten away from me a little, but in conclusion fuck the sun

"Close Personal Friend Mr. Drugs" has had me roaring with laughter for the last few minutes.

a small shadowgast WIP

sketch

don’t ever kill your self because maybe someday you will get brunch with your tumblr mutual

are these what the kids are calling *checks notes* magical girls?

a little illustration i did of one of the scenes in @mllekurtz's orufrey fic root bound, which you absolutely need to go read \o/ i'm not including the quote it's based on in the caption so as to tempt you further 😈

some things are timeless. like being annoying

a bit spicy shadowgast, keep scrolling

uncropped: twitter bsky

No spoilers here, but… looks at Fjord if you know, you know

Dolls inspired by my dear friend @manulysart

Sometimes the best fic you’ve ever written isn’t on ao3. It’s in 50 frenetic discord messages sent over a fifteen minute span where you and your friend yes and each other into a perfect story that will never actually be written.

The Tempest near rocks (1875) by Ivan Aivazovsky

problematic rage gap. one partner tries to bring nuance and understanding to a tough situation. the other wants to blow up the earth about it.