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m340700 · 1 year
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dools
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princemick · 4 months
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quote driver requests: Charles + mirrorball
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tohot4u · 1 month
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Was supposed to use these for a little animatic thing
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kaitobromota · 2 months
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love the ultimate imposter. just thinking about how even when theyre trying to impersonate someone as cold and aloof as the real byakuya they can't help being caring and protective in a way he never was. the way no matter how good they are at their talent their real personality will always shine through because theyre that kind.
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bvlladonnas · 18 days
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NOW PLAYING:
𝗪here'd All The Time Go? Dr. Dog ♥︎ 0:09 ━●────────── 3:54 ⇄ ◁◁ 𝚰𝚰 ▷▷ ↻
♡ — esmeralda has been homesick lately. whether it's for the warmth veracruz provides or the fact that she can't crawl into her father's arms when she's sad, she isn't sure. she misses her mother brushing her hair, and the parties that didn't end until sun up when she'd pass out on rafa. the hustle and bustle of new york city and the mornings spent in homeschool math class. but most of all she misses luna, and the esme she could be for them when they were anywhere but here.
their favorite place lately has been the roof; when you look up, you can see all the stars and constellations, the lack of light pollution illuminating the sky in a way that reminds esme of her favorite nightlight. the shingles of the house don't hurt her back, and when she holds luna's hand she's sure they could never fall; even if they did, it'd be together. so it'd be okay.
but right now things aren't okay, which esme has become adept at realizing in the past couple of years. kids had been meaner recently, spurred on by those movies their mom always does; which esme doesn't really get — can't those idiots tell what's real or not ? their mom isn't a bruja, she's just cool. she's gotten a lot better at brushing it off.
luna hasn't, though. defending their mother came naturally, esme did it too, but her skin's thicker, used to shielding luna from what she could. at age eleven she stands tall ( four foot nine, thank you ) and spits vitriol to any child bold enough to talk mean to luna in front of her. that's the issue, though — they don't do it in front of her now. and she only finds out later, when they're on the roof and luna's crying because it's been a particularly bad day ( which seems to be happening increasingly often ).
" lunita - lunita, esta bien. son pendejos que no saben de lo que hablan. " ( " lunita — lunita, it's okay. they're stupid anyway. don't have any clue what they're talking about. " ). her voice is gentle — she doesn't know to harden it around luna yet, has never had to. luna cries when esme sounds even a little bit mad, she doesn't want to set her off even more.
"¿ya se, pero porque todo via lo asen? mami no ase nada malo. ¡es su trabajo ! she's cool ! " ( " i know they are, so why do they keep doing it ? mami doesn't do anything bad. it's her job ! she's cool ! " ) luna's voice is full of all the emotions the world hasn't tried to wring out of her yet. their words pierce esme's little heart and, if she were older, maybe she'd know how to take them away. right now she can only flounder.
" es como - ¿tu cuerdas lo que dijo papi? ¿cuando vino dante la semana pasada y los junto a todos para hablara? " ( " it's like — you remember what papi said ? when dante came over last week and he sat us all down ? " ) esme props herself up on her elbows, not satisfied with how flippant she seems while laying down. this isn't anything to be flippant about, this is her sibling's feelings. " papi dijo que la jente van a hablara - que no les gusta las cosas que no entinden. so los llamen cosas como raros y brujas y - y es porque son celosos. " ( " papi said people were going to talk, that — that they don't like things they don't understand. so they call us freaks, or weird, or brujas, and — and it's 'cause they're jealous. " )
sometimes she doesn't really know if she believes that. sometimes she thinks it's because her father just wants them to feel better, and that maybe they are kind of freaky. but esme doesn't understand why that would be so bad. she wishes dante could just be with them all the time, so that maybe he could beat them up and then she wouldn't have to be so mean.
luna's quiet in response and it worries her. luna is many things, quiet has never been one of them. the soft sniffle startles esme and she jumps into action quick, pulling luna into her arms. her chin hooks right on top of luna's, like it's meant to, and she's immediately softening her tone even more.
" lunita - ¿habla con migo, porfavor ? tienes que habalar. " ( " lunita — talk to me, please ? you need to talk. " ) tries to pitch her voice down so she doesn't sound like an eleven year old playing parent. it doesn't work.
" ¿no saban que las palabras dañar ? " ( " don't they know that words mean something ? " )
that makes esme freeze. because, well — how does she argue with that ? they've been taught that their entire life. it's a dominguez-herrera motto, at this point. so she pivots, or tries to.
" pues - son estupidos. ya tu deji eso. nosotros no devemos a escuchar a la gente que no son honestos con sues palabras. " a childish attempt at comfort, but it's from a child, so that's to be expected. ( " well — they're stupid. i told you that. we shouldn't listen to stupid people who wouldn't be honest with their words anyway. " )
" ¿pero como yo se que tu no estas mientiendo? " ( " but how do i know you're not lying ? " )
esme considers telling luna that if she were lying, then their parents would be lying, and their entire extended family, too. but she bites her tongue; it'll just hurt them more.
so she pulls away, fishing around in her sweats pocket. luna looks confused, brows tightly knit and fresh tears beginning to well up in her eyes because esme just stopped hugging them. esme finds what she needs quickly — a pocket knife she'd swiped from david at their last party.
she flips it open — luna's more confused for about two seconds, until esme rolls up one sleeve of the snoopy as a dinosaur t-shirt her mother had gotten her for halloween. then their eyes go wide and she remembers the movie they watched the other night when they weren't supposed to be watching tv — the hangover, or something. she'd thought it was really cool and meaningful — what could bond you better than blood ?
she's shaky when she brings the blade to her palm, but her voice is even. if only so luna believes her more, " yo nunca tu a hecho mientieras y yo se que eso tambien su escucha como una mientira pero - vamos as see un pacto. ¿no mas esmos estoy y yo nuca puedo a echar te una mintera, esta bien? y yo nuca tu eviria a ser eso. las palabras si dañia pero tambien tienen otor setimento. " ( " i would never lie to you, and i know that sounds like a lie, too, but — we're going to make a pact. as long as we do this, i can't lie to you, okay ? and i never would. words mean something. " )
and if esme had the vocabulary, or the forethought, or the words to say it she'd tell luna that this means she'd never lie to her. that the blood pact isn't what makes them honest; it's not a truth serum, a sincerity spell, but a representation of her devotion. that as long as she can hold a hand to her palm and bleed freely, she will never lie to the other. so long as she lives and breathes.
but she doesn't, and so she closes her palm around the knife in her hand, slides it across the skin and shuts her eyes tight through the pain. it's almost exhilarating, and it isn't deep. the knife comes out the other side crimson, and she hands it to a now eager luna. the tears are drying up, the sniffles now few and far between, and esme feels invincible. she did it. she doesn't think about what shielding luna from so much harm might lead to, because she's done the one job she's decided to take on for life. and so she can rest a little easier.
" blood brothers. "
" blood brothers. "
luna follows suit quickly after — their shared scrunched up face of determination is sweet. they clasp hands and their blood mixes, they laugh because it stings. then they laugh because they're happy. they stay like that for a bit, hands clasped and curled together like kittens. nothing could hurt them now, not when they have each other. and nothing could bring them dow —
" ¡estrella! ¡luna! mis amores, — ¿porques estan ai riva - tu esta saliendo sangre? ¡¿que esites ?! " ( " estrella ! luna ! my loves, why are you up her — are you bleeding ?! what did you do ?! " )
okay, well, maybe their mom can.
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it's weird to think that that was nearly fourteen years ago. that the bullying came to a head a week later and they'd left for new york. esme traces the little scars that litter her left palm, the result of countless blood pacts. countless promises, countless assurances. we don't lie, we don't hide, we're honest all the time.
it makes esme's heart seize and she isn't entirely sure why. she shakes her head to clear it, throwing her bag over her shoulder — she's got an exam to take. can't be thinking of childhood silliness now.
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acaesic · 2 months
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i think we might have idkhow tomorrow idk…
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moemoemammon · 2 years
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Took a lil break to draw for myself and revamped an old oc. Meet Vera! He's your boyfriend <3
(Bonus below the cut)
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He need kiss or he'll pass away :(
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nerves-nebula · 4 months
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RatTrap turtles are here to wish you a Merry Christmas
aww. cute little guys.
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e77y · 21 days
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Hiiii woke up at like 4 am from a dream in which someone saw my car pulling out of a narrow driveway and decided to drive directly into it on purpose because she had ‘waited too long and got annoyed’? I got out to scream at her and she had a bunch of huge tattoos that all matched her t-shirt (which was also the only article of clothing she was wearing—yes, including underwear). And I thought they were very cool so the first thing I did was compliment her (although for some reason I did make fun of the fact that her shirt looked like it was from Shein). Then she started showing off other cool shit about herself (I guess to win me over?), like the fact that her irises and pupils were CLEAR? And then I turned around to look at the completely crushed front of my car and got so pissed off that I woke up. And I was covered in sweat and blood bc I started my period LMAO
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lumimis · 9 months
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worried to keep questioning somethign about mysrlf because I don't want ppl to hate me
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eddie-rifff · 3 months
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hey. guess who has two thumbs and is going to see bill bruford with their own two eyes this summer. *points thumbs towards self* this guy
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sunricgod · 2 years
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vance “bruce yamada called me lovely once, and now i'm obsessed with him forever” hopper.
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curiosity-killed · 4 days
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Hualian pieta piece 👀👀👀
sometimes @bodhimcbodeface comes to ur DMs with a brilliant, brilliant idea and then you spend the next 4 months completely incapable of executing it
anyway have some hands!
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imagine-shenanigans · 4 months
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also in case anyone is wondering why i write the way i write its because i love horror and i'm primarily a horror writer when I do short/original fiction (not that i have in awhile mind you) and i come at scary things with an attitude of "you cant be scared AND horny but if you are it makes things a lot more interesting" that some people don't appreciate
and also i wanna fuck monsters real bad
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hmslusitania · 1 year
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I love that west wing got Matt Perry for like ten seconds and were like “we’re gonna have him here. He’s around for one episode. His first day? He gets the vice president to resign.”
Like its clean its streamlined. Appear. Cause monumental problems. Vanish until we also have Glenn Close and William Fitchner for an episode.
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blissfali · 5 months
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couldnt figure out why i felt like shit. realized maybe i forgot to take my meds so i took them. its been an hour and i thought about doing a load of laundry, and then i did it. i did my fucking laundry???
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