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good morning

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My favorite part from Playful Land. The sillies :)

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finished doodle 🫶 Anya!! (rip my queen, she’ll live on in my heart)

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Hey uhh I wrote a thing (tw for suicide, graphic descriptions of injuries and hospitals)

If you can't/don't want to use ao3 you can read it below the cut

I am in hospital.

It's better than the med bay.

But only barely, to me.

This pain runs too deep for anything they do to matter.

It has been 4 months and 20 years since the crash.

I can still feel the phantoms of the flames licking at my dessicated flesh.

I should never have trusted him.

I should never have joined them.

I should never have done that.

I should never have left her.

I should never have lived.

I lay on my bed. Through my charred ears and soot-infested eye, I can vaguely make out familiar figures.

My mother, my brothers.

They are older now, having lived half a life without me.

The sight of me cripples them by proxy.

My mother clutches her baggy sleeve to her chest and chokes out a sob.

She tries to throw herself on my withered form, to have one last chance to caress her baby boy, but the nurse pulls her back.

We can't risk an infection, he says. My mother wilts in his arms, a broken woman.

Asshole.

Let me die.

If being with my mother is all it takes to kill me now, then let me have that sweet release.

After an eternity spent as a medium for hate, the least you could do is let me die feeling loved.

I wish I could say sorry.

I wish I could make things right.

I wish I had done something.

But I didn't.

He destroyed her.

He killed him.

He broke me.

He ruined everything.

And it's all my fault.

He won. He beat me.

He got the privilege of dying with dignity.

It came at the cost of all of ours.

All because he didn't want to take responsibility,

And I never forced him to.

It is a quiet night. My nurse lies asleep in his chair.

The late news is blaring loud on the television screen. I don't hear a word.

For the first night in 21 years, I feel at peace.

I have decided that tonight is the night I will die.

I will every fried, contracted muscle left to move me into a sitting position.

It's the most strength I've used in decades.

I catch what remains of my breath, and turn my lone eye towards the moonlight.

It reminds me of her.

The one I failed.

The one who saved me.

The one who had every right to loathe me, and likely did.

The one who put that all aside for the sake of her work.

The one I watched choke to death on her own blood.

I see her at my bedside table, a bright light in my faded vision.

I hear her voice, cutting over all the ringing and mud like a siren.

This time, I will take every word to heart.

"I have to believe that our worst moments don't define us. They don't make us monsters. And make no mistake. This isn't your worst moment."

I shakily grab the open bottle of oxycodone.

I tip its contents into my agape mouth, the clear liquid dribbling down my chin.

Eventually, I set the empty bottle on my lap and lie down.

"It's the best decision you'll ever make."

I fall asleep, knowing I've atoned.

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I love you noise cancellation headphones. <3

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Floyd being tagged and bagged like a wild animal was not on my bingo card for this event

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These two should talk more.

AND Daisuke should be given more opportunities to act like his age in this fandom-

(Jimbo would absolutely run to Curly and complain for hours under his breath)

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Look at the way they gaze at their source of pure interest and joy.

Honestly, good for them!

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holiday art raffle!! I wanted to open it up here in case anyone was interested 🫶 💕

deadline is November 19th!! Prizes ⬇️

1st pick: rendered piece

2nd pick: detailed sketch

- max 2 characters for both

Thank you all for the support 💖

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curly talks

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let 'em kill

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PROOF IN CASE YOU NEED IT

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Thinking abt Kirby and Void Termina. We are the same yet so fundamentally different. One and the same yet we reject each others blood. What brings you life harms me, I am the hate that you lack. The perfect reflection, same yet opposites. I am all you reject, you are all I wish I was.