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show me your teeth, boy, and grow into the man you were always meant to be.

a piece about transness. the man on the bottom, having sawed off his chest, hoists his sword on his shoulder, knighting himself instead of waiting for someone else to acknowledge his value as a knight. the man on the top stabs him in the uterus, completing the transition.

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and this one's for me

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by sarcophage(サルコファージ) C106-1日目西あ-32a, 2日目南L-31b@sarcophage11km

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"Longing"

This is meant to be a drawing practice for sad expressions and other melancholic themes, so I'm sorry for the Spectre enjoyers if they feel hurt about this (I cried as I draw every stroke of this art, and Spectre is one of my favorite princesses too).

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alwaysroadia

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Very messy Paranoid pieces

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that feel when your brother got himself signed up for some tournament that did not particularly end well for you the first time around

@everestgale hmmm

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ARTFIGHT 2025 SUMMARY

Huutaa, Mindflayer type K - lutik

Yama - PinkShart

Catalina, Iloisette, The Messenger, Caramel Pastillas - splatthew

Kate - dulcwc

Akauri - kohlrabiZealot

Anzan - fangfaces

PRO DEUCE - craigory

Mist - Tance_Culler

baby's first artfight. crystals my goat

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Now that I've hit two hundred followers (huh?) lemme ask something. If I start posting content about my original work and characters, would you rather have me post it on this blog or on a separate dedicated one?

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CW: Mentions of burnout, demotivation, general mental health stuff.

This is sort of vent-y, but it's really more of a clarification. Still, proceed with caution.

Just so you know, I don't plan to stop posting as Neverpathia in the foreseeable future. I definitely don't plan to stop writing or drawing, I don't intend on leaving the Slay the Princess fandom just yet, and I'm not formally announcing a break. But things might slow down a little.

It's come to my attention that I haven't exactly been posting stuff as much lately. The last time I posted my own art was probably a couple weeks ago, and the last time I posted my writing was all the way back in April. Kind of crazy.

I've been getting busier with schoolwork (though not by that much—I procrastinate more on school than I ever have on my creative endeavours, lol). And to be honest, I can't say I've been doing great. But it's not as if I've been doing horrible. And I'm not so swamped with work that I couldn't spare any time for writing or drawing.

The truth is, I'm a little lost about what I want to do as a creator.

I can't really tell if this counts as burnout. I've got ideas, sure, and I do have things that I want to do, and I do have the time for them, but it's getting harder to commit to projects.

Like, when I start something, I often just give up within a day or two. I've been losing motivation quicker than usual, and I guess I've gotten more particular about what I consider worthy of posting. Which is stupid, since I'm not exactly good at what I do anyway, so it shouldn't matter what I post if I'm just doing it for the hell of it, right?

Spoiler alert: It kind of does, perhaps unreasonably. To me, anyway.

It doesn't help that my parents want me to focus on my studies. Don't get me wrong—they're decent people, and they've actually been quite lenient about this. I'm left to do whatever I want most of the time.

But it does kind of suck to disappoint them. And it definitely kind of sucks to know that, ultimately, something that you really care about doesn't actually matter as much as something that you'd rather not have to face.

Either way, my priorities have been kind of skewed.

So yeah, I'll probably post less. No guarantees, because I have very little control over what I actually end up choosing to do and when I do it. But if I haven't been very active, or if I don't make anything in a solid while, just know that there's a reason for it, I guess.

I will say—I've been contributing a little to the Voice of the Sexyman tournament going on, so chances are that you're going to see my artstyle pop up there from time to time. Once again, no guarantees, though.

See you when I see you.

(To be honest, I'm mainly writing this because I do feel kind of bad over never posting anything, and I'm trying to assuage a guilty conscience. But as I said, it shouldn't really matter as I'm not particularly good at what I do. My art is mediocre at best, and my writing...also mediocre at best and pretentious at worst.)

(I don't know how accurate notes or upvotes or kudos are as a unit for measuring skill, and they probably shouldn't be taken for such. But my work notably fails to reach people, and it's a bit disheartening.)

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My brother made this and asked me to post it

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UMAPYOI!!!!

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whoops! tagged!

Favourite Colour: This thing fluctuates a little, but lately I've been really liking this sorta dark rusty reddish colour. Hex code #8b3103.

Most Recent Song: Wiege from Alien Stage by BL8M and 6FU. I'm going to start bawling now, but like- The song is so calming. And so sweet. And doomed hetero...ough, doomed toxic hetero...

Currently Reading: ...two, three books at the same time?

The main one right now is Babel: Or The Necessity of Violence by R.F. Kuang and holy shit. I need to yap. I'm actually re-reading the thing right now (I read it after a friend requested it to me) but hell I'm so insane about it. It's so good.

You can't just give me a book that deconstructs an accessible 'magic system' in the era of a capitalist (white-centric) (Victorian British) empire, and have it go in-depth about the inherent conflict of comfort and privilege built on blood and guilt, and discuss pointless martyrdom and the idea of self-sacrifice versus what it actually accomplishes, and have it centered around academics, and have it be so well-reasearched and thought-out, and have the main character be a traumatized Chinese boy. To be honest, that last part feels a little targeted. But it's awesome.

I've also reading Around the World in Eighty Days by Jules Verne to kill time. And How To Speak Science by Bruce Benamran, also to kill time, but to be fair that one's decently informative and actually pretty funny sometimes.

Oh. And the Houseki no Kuni manga, but I stopped reading it for a bit because it's a bit heavy. I do wanna get back soon.

Oh and I picked up The Selected Works Of Edgar Allan Poe again like last week but I kinda forgot about it. I do like it, particularly the more macabre pieces like The Black Cat and also The Fall of the House of Usher (Roderick Usher my beloved). It's so cool. But sometimes the prose gets a little bit long-winded and bores me out, oof.

Oh, and I recently finished No Longer Human by Osamu Dazai and I really love the internal monologue. It's a pretty interesting insight on the psyche of a mentally ill person, and just well-constructed in general. That's one heck of a love life, though.

Okay. Neville's kind of a nerd, I'll stop it about books now help-

Currently Watching: ...Nothing. Though I do wanna watch KPop Demon Hunters soon, and also PMMM Walpurgis Rising when it comes out.

Currently Craving: Pretty full right now, so nothing really.

Coffee or Tea: Tea. Mind you, I do like both, but coffee leaves a sort of acidic aftertaste that I don't particularly fancy. Which is unfortunate, because I prefer the aroma, but still, tea.

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Do you have a limit on how many characters you like to write for a request? Unrelated to this ask, just curious. You usually only write 2-3 in these as far as I can tell, outside your AUs.

Can't think of anything specific, but just Hunted and Para just hanging out would be fun! Maybe hurt/comfort and physical affection? Idc if it's romantic or not so just write it however <3

(Well, as long as the ask isn't too complicated, I can write about all of the voices, and I've done it before. Writing for only a few characters does give me more room to focus on them and give them more attention though. So I don't really have a limit unless the ask is really big and I know I need to not make it too hard for myself. But back to the ask, YES PARAHUNT!! They're so cute and they make me so ill!!! Enjoy!)

Paranoid whimpered, feeling velvet hands smother his mind in his sleep.

He thought he could escape her.

He thought he was finally safe.

He heard himself mumbling his chant over and over again, but he still felt his body falling victim to her deathly touch.

He heard her laughter all around him- behind him, in front of him, in his ear, in his mind.

Why wasn't it working? Why can't he move?

He heard her giggling getting closer and closer, and he thrashed on the spot, desperately begging his body to move, his chant sounding like nothing coherent anymore.

Please, can someone stop this? Can someone stop her from tormenting him?

Paranoid cried, but he could no longer feel the tears trailing down his face. This was it.

Her face appeared before him, and he let a sob out. Why does she target him? Why does he have to be tormented, even in his dreams?

She giggled, and the sound made his stomach drop. "Caught you," she cooed, and all Paranoid could do was watch, as she leaned in closer to him, his end drawing near.

It wasn't fair.

He didn't want to die. He tried so hard to keep himself and everyone else alive-but why was Nightmare still here? Why can she still hurt him like this, when he can do nothing to defend himself?

Won't someone save him?

She leaned in close to him.

Won't someone protect Paranoid?

She put a hand over her mask.

He didn't want to die he didn't want to die he didn't want to die-

"Para, wake up!"

Paranoid's body jolted awake, eyes flying open and meeting the darkness of his bedroom, but not even the warmth and safety of his blankets could quell the shaking of his limbs and the terror gripping his heart.

He gasped, his breathing getting out of control as he blinked rapidly, trying to see in the dark, to make sure no shadows reached out and grabbed him.

He felt too warm and too cold at the same time. He wanted to run away but also hide under the covers. He wanted to relax but his mind was full of fear.

"Paranoid."

But then he heard that voice.

Paranoid's breath hitched, and he felt a gentle hand on his shoulder, but he couldn't make himself turn around.

"Paranoid, it's okay." That was Hunted, whispering to him. Hunted was here. Hunted meant safe.

Paranoid stared in front of him, begging himself to turn around and look away from the darkness, before his mind played tricks on him and started to make him hallucinate.

But he couldn't. The fear wouldn't let him.

"Help me," he whispered, and that was all the invitation Hunted needed.

Hunted's movements were soft and quiet as he moved to sit in front of Paranoid, the blankets bunching around him. He kept his head bowed, not making direct eye contact with Paranoid, and Paranoid's heart did have a moment of fondness for the other, for remembering how much eye contact affected him.

Hunted held his hands up, showing Paranoid his palms. "I won't hurt you, Para," Hunted whispered, and Paranoid just stared at his palms, trying to will himself to believe it.

Hunted spread his wings wide, and although they weren't the biggest, they still managed to block off a majority of the bedroom and the shadows from Paranoid.

"There's nothing here that can hurt you, Para," Hunted whispered, and Paranoid suddenly noticed how tense Hunted looked, how he was holding himself back from holding Paranoid close and never letting him go. He was trying not to scare him further.

His hands longed to reach out and grab onto Hunted, but his body still refused to listen to him. He felt tears pooling in his eyes, and Hunted's body flinched when Paranoid let a choked sob out.

Cautiously, Hunted inched closer, and Paranoid could hear the desperation in his voice as he said, "No monsters will get you, not while I'm here. I will protect you, Para."

Hunted would protect him. Hunted wouldn't let Nightmare get Paranoid. Ever.

Finally, Paranoid managed to suck in a deep breath, because he really wanted to be in Hunted's arms.

He took a deep breath, then another, and another- and he kept staring at Hunted's palms, at how he wasn't going to hurt Paranoid, at how he was trying to make Paranoid feel safe while still giving him space to breathe.

Hunted was so caring and sweet, and it pierced through the paralysing cloud of fear in his mind easily.

Paranoid's body relaxed, the exhaustion finally weighing him down, and he gently took Hunted's hands into his own.

Hunted's head shot up, and Paranoid let a tired sigh out as he quietly said, "Hold me."

Immediately, Hunted's arms reached out, pulling Paranoid close while also guiding them back down against the pillows.

Paranoid gripped Hunted tight while shoving his face into his neck, letting a shaky breath out. Hunted responded by softly nuzzling his face against Paranoid's neck, shushing him softly.

"It's okay," Hunted whispered, pressing light kisses to Paranoid's face, and his heart fluttered at the feeling. "You're okay, you're safe."

"Don't let me go," Paranoid quietly begged, and Hunted's arms instantly tightened around him. "I won't let you go," Hunted promised, holding the back of Paranoid's head and guiding it to his chest, so that Paranoid could hear the soothing beat of his heart.

Paranoid sighed in relaxation, feeling his senses calm down, so long as Hunted was with him.

Hunted kept whispering reassurances in his ears, until finally, Paranoid felt his eyes grow heavy. Hunted pressed a final kiss to his forehead as he said, "Go to sleep. I'll protect you. I always will."

Paranoid believed him, because he loved Hunted more than he feared his demons.

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You heard of bird-dragon, now get ready for cat-dragon! ( ⁠･`⁠ ⁠ꈊ⁠ '⁠･⁠)

(Though I did use some wolf reference. :P)

Saw @princessappreciationweek's roleswap prompt. This is my only contribution however. ^^;

Roleswapped but their personalities are the same! I always imagine Shifty to be the more majestic one, thus a majestic slayer. Hehee.

Princess Quiet just looks dark and serious but she's a goofball.

Eugh I hate the tongue thing on the last image but the symmetry of the face just bothered me, I have to but something to break it a little more.

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Late Day 3(??) role swap!

Old drawings of a swap au I never actually made hsjshd

Oh and a funny little drawin I made for tlq back then.... Nowadays I'm thinking like.. maybe I should've put Quiet in a dress too..

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