#I am sobbing crying rolling on the floor!!

[teachyouhowtodothesponge]

LONG RAMBLE-

WOW!!! 800 followers?? 500+ likes on my wally art?? This is incredible! I- I can't- AAAAA Thank you!!! There have been so many cool artists following me and so many nice words have been said! I cannot say this enough, THANKS. I literally never expected this and 800 is MORE THAN I EXPECTED! I am really grateful for everyone who have followed me, or even liked my artwork! Thank you all so much!

😭💓💞💓

One more thing! A special thank you to the following for inspiring me, following me, and/or supporting me through their sweet comments!! Go follow them! All of their art are really cool!

@eechytooru

@moecartoons

@redshamrock56

@bunnyupsidedowncake

@cloudygazer

@sara-bell101

@paper-starz

AAAA I love you all and your art!!! Thanks for your support!

[viewfinder-chernobyl]

2023 vs 2024

same character, same artist, just a bit under a year later on the "first" and last pages of my sketchbook.

[sharp-tooths]

Okay. Ok. Im fucking. Supposed to be asleep rn i gotta get up in 5 hours for fucking work but.

I gotta. Its 1 am i fucking. Gotta.

So trigun spoilers ahead.

I need yall to understand. I NEED more vashwood content where wolfwood comes back/is saved by becoming a plant or just by being plant enough thanks to the experiments he went through.

Because idk about the rest of yall that read the manga

But as someone whos also kinda struggling with loneliness and the loss of a loved one (a different kind, but grief is grief my guy) the ending of the manga just felt. Lonely.

So like. Just imagine. You get so attatched to someone. Theyre so fucking important to you. They die. You kill someone for them so that their sacrifice didnt lose its meaning.

You KILL someone. For the first fucking time. After living almost your entire life swearing to never kill anyone.

You almost kill your brother and he almost kills you. Your brother. The one other person in the entire world whos like you and would live to be as old as you do, but no, he dies too, after finally seeing some of your side of things and decides to save you.

You are litterally being hunted down by 2 planets at once and the other two people youve gotten close to start harassing you for a broadcasted live interview WHILE YOURE RUNNING AND STILL ACTIVELY GRIEVING. LIKE. LET HIM FUCKING BREATHE.

And on top of that anyone else you wouldve called a friend in this life, you will outlive, and anyone else like you is with one of the groups of people chasing you. You are effectively alone, and you know it. You fought for this outcome.

I know bringing wolfwood back to life effectively negates the meaning of his sacrifice, especially in the terms of the narrative, but man. I want Vash to have ONE good thing man. Just let the one person he actually fully completely trusted and cared for share his tomorrows with him. Im fucking Begging.

[zalammander-paradise]

silly art of napoleon from that one silly au where oleander and the napoleon in fred's brain kiss and hold hands.. like the one by @agent-bunnyparte because im so awesome and so cool and so so so cool /j also i apologize if this grown man looks super young I WAS TRYING TO FIX IT BUT I COULDNT.. IM NOT BOTHERED TO SPEND ANOTHER HOUR TRYING TO DO IT.. 💔💔💔!!!!!

[impostorsshow]

I would never have thought that playing Disney: Dreamlight Valley would make me ship Merlin and Ursula but here we are they're definitely a divorced couple you cannot change my mind

[traumxrei-archive]

I INTERRUPT MY OWN HIATUS. WITH CONFUSION. BC WHAT THE FUCK. I'LL LET THE PICTURES EXPLAIN TO YOU MY SHOCK RN.

MY JAW IS LITERALLY ON THE FLOOR WHERE AM I WHO AM I WHAT AM I— AND HOW DID I OBTAIN DORM AZUL BEFORE I GOT JAMIL ????? I NEED YOU TO KNOW THAT I AM STILL IN SHOCK AND IT HAS BEEN 20 MINUTES SINCE THIS HAPPENED.

[pugscoffee]

🥺👉👈

[tvntheatre]

@ballcrusher74 Sorry, but drawing your manipulative sanmich is a pain in the fucking ass and I hate him™— take this while I'm sobbing and procrastinating.

[boothyghost]

i’m going to strangle you/pos

I'M OKAY WITH THAT.

[swiftfootedachilles]

hey you were wondering so i wanted to let you know that nobody has talked about you in either of the servers. and i know it's really tough when the blocks come from people you really like or were previously friendly with, but i think a lot of people block not because they hate you or even anything close to that. but just because they're not wanting to see the things you post about. i hope this makes you feel a little bit better, but i do really understand why it feels bad man, hang in there!

thank you i was genuinely wondering if someone had said something because it seems all of these users blocked me around the same time

but the thing is my content hasnt changed at all recently. i post the same stuff i always do. some of these users didn't follow me and never interacted with my posts in the first place, so it sucks that i cant look at their blogs anymore because i was a genuine fan of their content. some of them are people who were mutuals with me and have even interacted with me countless times, saying they love my blog and enjoy talking to me. im just not sure what happened but from my perspective, it feels like a switch has been flipped. one day i was a normal member of the fandom, the next im the social pariah. i just cant help but wonder what i did to earn so much backlash

[alkinaria]

Reread LL, Arcana and the crossover....

[bo0zey]

manic mixed depressive episode on my bday is so fun especially when ur going on 2 days no sleep n have a 12hr shift starting at the asscrack of dawn in 6hrs

[chromatasia]

me after reblogging undertale yellow posts for three days in a row (i am Very Normal about it)

[acridblood]

hi vira :) here is the doors do not open if you feel like reading it!!!! https://www.tumblr.com/precambrianhottopic/727668691025674240/the-doors-do-not-open?source=share

HOLY FUCK

[r0nin-sleeps]

THE WAY I SCREAMED.

"you don't know what i've gone through; you don't know what i've sacrificed. every comrade i long knew, every friend, i saw them die!"

"i cannot tell you how much i have paid for this; i have to get home, put it all on the line!"

"for every comrade, every one of my friends, almost all of whom were slaughtered by your hand!" [...] "i watched my friends die in horror! crying as they were all slain! i heard their final moments, calling their captain in vain!"

odysseus using his grief as a driving force pulling him towards death vs odysseus using his grief as a driving force pulling him towards survival vs odysseus using his grief as a driving force pulling him towards vengeance.

[rockingbytheseaside]

omg, I am quite literally in love with your work.

pls I cannot tell you how frickin ecstatic I am when I read your stuff 😭 like I’m Fr Rolling on the floor and stopping every five secs bc of the butterflies-

AND! I saw that your asks are open!! (If I misread/misunderstood then I’m so sorry and just ignore this) I was wondering if you could do Harbingers x reader when they find reader quietly weeping- like reader thought they were alone and didn’t wanna burden them :3 romantic if you would !!

no pressure ofc!!!! fr I love ur stuff sm like I’ve been reading ur stuff OVER AND OVER😭😭😭

(bshdhsgdhagjds Okay, let me just hold in my tears- that’s so kind of you anon! Sorry for making you wait, I hope this is something similar to what you wanted) 

✦ How they comfort you when you cry

Pierro, Capitano, Dottore, Scaramouche, Pantalone, Childe

Sometimes, your days might feel bitter, and sometimes the weight of your inner struggles can accumulate into a somber heap of self-doubt. Whether it was a minute inconvenience that resulted in your dampened mood, or stressful memories of the past – the reasons behind it fade into insignificance. Because next thing you know, you feel your shoulders slightly shaking, and your hand reaching to conceal your silent weeping. Thus, when talking becomes a burden and your breath runs short, your beloved is the first to listen to your sniffles.

✧ Pierro’s already icy gaze becomes unreadable. Is it fear? Is it astonishment? Or is it the readiness to unleash hell upon anything that compelled you to shed these silent tears? He sees you hugging yourself, trying to shield yourself away from him. His gloved hands cautiously reach for your form, like a blanket wrapping itself around your shoulders. 

“My divine one, why hide your tears away from me? Why conceal the sadness in your eyes when you silently weep? Please, grace me with your gaze and look at me.” 

His voice is careful despite its deepness, suppressing his boiling temper at the sight of your sadness. He reaches for you tenderly, and when you turn towards him, you allow yourself to cry further into his chest. He cradles you silently, never once wasting breath on simple shushes or admonishments to cease crying. No, The Jester will hold you, let his lips press softly to your forehead, and let you cry as much as you need. He'll personally worship and wipe every teardrop off your cheek. 

Yet despite his gentle arms, you sense him shaking. His gloved hands hold you securely, yet subconsciously gripping. Because pray to the archons above, he will not rest until the source of your sadness is annihilated. 

✧ Il Capitano never saw you cry before. He saw you as an equal in matters of battles, duels, and personal life. Through ups and downs, your best and worst. And yet the imposing, mighty Captain never witnessed his beloved’s face slowly scowl and emit those saddened sobs as you're doing now. 

“No… who bestowed such sadness onto you, my cherished? What sorrows are you fighting?” 

He asks, half in disbelief and worry. The Captain kneels down, the back of his armored hands gracefully meeting your face. He makes sure you’re not physically in pain, his touch asking permission for the simplest caress. You might feel embarrassed to explain why you're crying, but the Captain will coax you to talk only if you bestow him this honor. Otherwise, he never mocks or admonishes you for crying – “This is not a sign of weakness, but a sign of humanity in your strength.”

To soothe you, he'd drape an arm around your shoulder, bringing the side of his coat to shield you. If you desire, he'd immediately discard his coat entirely and wrap it over your shoulders. And if you desire neither this or that, he'd silently kneel, asking for permission to pick you up in his forearms, so you may rest on his shoulder while he carries you away. 

✧ You cannot conceal your sorrows from Il Dottore. He suspects you are feeling dejected before you even realize it. Should your shoulders quiver and tears well in your eyes, he'll be the first to perceive it. His already tense countenance will harden, and in short, murderous intent, he’ll ask:

“Who did this to you?”

His first suspension is that someone foolish enough dared to hurt you, and his next task is to seek out that moron. And stars above, if someone did ruin your day, the Doctor will have a new cadaver on his lab table. You'll have to physically restrain the Harbinger in front of you by putting your hands on his shoulder and explaining hurriedly that no one did anything harmful. 

Il Dottore won't quell his inner rage so easily though. As you shake your head, and rub your eyes, it will require much persuasion to convince him that it’s not as dire as he suspects. Nonetheless, Dottore will keep a tight hold on your form. If he won't murder someone in rage, then he'll prepare a soothing beverage and wrap you up in a comfortable seating so you may rest your weary head. He’ll have to personally drag you to sit by his lap so you won’t desolate yourself into a depressive fit again. 

“Wasting your breath and energy on crying is a futile endeavor. You'll only tire your body out… so rest in my arms before your mind starts weaving more puny sentiments.” 

✧ The ever-prideful and strict Scaramouche would find himself faltering into silence when the unfamiliar sound emanates from your being. The hiccupped sounds of choked cries are not foreign to him - he recognized them very well and was personally acquainted with the physical pain of crying. But seeing the closest being, the one he calls most cherished, to unexplainable weep was a new form of pain he had never experienced. 

“... Are you-? What's wrong, are you hurt? Did something-!”

An expression of shock and fear bestows the Balladeer, his hands are reluctant and afraid to cross your boundaries when you cry in front of him. His first instinct is to believe that he has erred, that he has hurt you or spoken insensitively. Anguished, his fist tightens, dreading your stern rejection. Yet, all it takes is a gentle shake of your head and a soft reassurance - no, he hasn't actually done anything wrong.

His brow will remain furrowed, and only under your permission, he would glue himself to you in a reassuring embrace. It's only after he's assured of your safety and well-being that the Harbinger begins to ease up and scoff. Maybe, just maybe, he will go and bring your favorite sweets afterward. Regardless, his hands kept cupping your face, thumbs gently wiping your tears.

“Ha, you’re that sensitive that you’d weep at the most minor inconvenience? Fine, I’ll stay here. But don’t get too comfortable. And you better stop apologizing for crying. You should never say sorry for something like that. It’s in your right to cry… Just come to me when something’s troubling you, alright?”

✧ You cannot recall a single instance when Pantalone's captivating smile ever wavered. The man has perfected his charismatic, million-mora smile that only you can discern if he’s being genuine or not. But to witness it dropping completely in a cold stare while you cried was chilling. You felt scared, as the Harbinger grew eerily silent with each slow step, he demanded:

“... Give me names and I will make sure they will disappear permanently.”

You jolted. This was bad, and it sure didn’t quell your sobbing as you hurriedly shook your head. Pantalone took a deep sigh, his brain forced to flip a switch and change to a more tender tone so he wouldn’t scare you further with his sinister rage. He will deal with the causes later. What mattered now was your shaken state. Hence, like the dotting lover he is, he softly inquired whether you wish to talk or have some privacy. 

If you willingly welcomed his physical touch, then prepare yourself for a day filled with him enfolding you tightly. He will draw you near, letting you cry your frustrations out until you get fatigued and rest against his lean chest. The Regrator always fulfills his pledges, gently rocking you back and forth. He will vow to spoil you on the next shopping spree and purchase everything you desire - luxuries, clothes, perfumes, or fancy meals, all of it is yours with a snap of his fingers (even if you reprimand his indulgence). His embraces are tenacious, endless kisses raining down on your face until you plead and whine to be released from his insistent hugs.

"My heart, how can I possibly release you when you should be adorned with kisses instead of tears? I am afraid I won’t be so easily reassured until I see your smile again."

✧ Tartaglia’s highlight of the day is mirroring your luminous smile; hence when he first heard your sorrowful sniffles, it felt like a sudden dark cloud washed past him, pouring cold water to wipe his smile off in an instant. Without hesitation, his hand found itself on your shoulder as he guided you to sit first.

“Hey, hey… What’s wrong, darling? I’m here, it’s alright.”

He observes your attempt to explain the root of your troubles, but as you try to elaborate, your tears only intensify against your own will. Kneeling in front of you, his gaze was resolute - he now had a mission. He will immediately soothe your mood with tender words of endearment, lighthearted banter, and the occasional joke here and there, anything to make you crack up with that sweet smile he so adores.

Tartaglia will remind you that first and foremost, he is your Ajax - the one who will bring laughter through his playful teasing and delightful humor during your times of melancholy. The one who will cook you the best Snezhnayan Bliny better than any pancake restaurant. And the one who will always be there so you can lean your head on his shoulder and just feel his heartbeat as he embraces you deeply. In any other circumstances, he is the 11th of the Fatui Harbinger who will work and bloody his fists for your safety. However, for now, you shouldn’t occupy your thoughts with such concerns.

“Hey, it’s alright… You don’t have to feel embarrassed for crying. We all have bad days from time to time. How about this, leave today’s dinner on me. I shall cook your favorite even better than you could imagine! Or else what sort of boyfriend would I be if I’m not spoiling my darling.”