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it stings, doesnt it?
#goodtimeswithscar fanart#goodtimeswithscar#grian fanart#grian#secret life#traffic series#life series#art tag#desert duo#the desert do be duoing#i am Unwell about them
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Itâs kind of interesting to me that Bill, Barry and Klaus seemed to all undergo a dramatic change from being fairly lighthearted adventurers having the time of their lives and helping people to terrifyingly controlled killing machines over the same space of time even if itâs through different circumstances.
Klaus definitely seems to think that the Heterodyne Boys would never approve of what heâs doing and that theyâd find another way if they were there. And they probably wouldnât be immediately on board but I think what Klaus is forgetting is that Bill and Barry changed too.
He seems so shocked that Barry didnât trust him enough to come to him and the thing is, while Barry was probably shown some fairly compelling evidence, the chances are that after everything he went through and the revelation that Lucrezia betrayed them he was in a headspace where he could be made to doubt anybody.
Now who does that sound like? Someone becoming paranoid as fuck of everyone around them due to general trauma plus trust issues caused by Lucrezia and the world in general that they thought theyâd helped only for it to then turn back to tearing itself apart as soon as theyâre gone.
The paranoia heightened exponentially by the need to protect the child that is the only good left in their life while being convinced (not entirely incorrectly) that everyone is out to take them from them and maybe they could afford to go about things differently if it was only their life at stake but they arenât taking any risks with the childâs.
Klaus is so certain that heâs compromising on morals because someone has to and that because Bill and Barry were perfect heroes whoâd never hurt anybody they didnât absolutely have to if they were around theyâd insist on a more gentle approach but this wasnât Klausâ approach the last time he saw them.
Klaus himself changed no matter how much he seems to have rationalised that this was always âhis wayâ but he seems unable to understand, based on his reaction to Adam and Lilith, that his friends arenât the same people he left behind either, theyâre mistrusting, they jump straight to conflict and they will do absolutely anything to protect Agatha the same way heâd do absolutely anything to protect Gil.
(I donât think Adam and Lilith were in the wrong in any way, they were just operating on extremely incorrect crucial information and acting accordingly, exactly like Klaus is for the entirety comic! There is a very important parallel to be had there!)
Iâm not entirely sure that Bill and Barry wouldnât do the kind of things Klaus does if it was for Agathaâs safety (*cough* locket/overlay parallel *cough*) but to Klaus believing that would actually be worse.
He knows heâs effective but he doesnât think heâs a good person and it would disrupt something very fundamental for him if he couldnât say definitively that Bill and Barry were completely good in all the ways he isnât.
To him Bill and Barry are the same optimistic young men he knew before everything went south whoâd always look for a solution to spare as many lives as possible just like he canât afford to, whoâd obviously come to him if they were there because they look for the best in people just like he doesnât know how to anymore.
And when Barry heard that Klaus was back I bet that he needed to believe that Klaus at least had stayed the same. Except he didnât and Barry didnât, none of them did.
#Girl genius#meta#i have such intense brain rot about one of the worst fictional dads ever#Two characters with barely any appearances#And two characters who only really exist as concepts#I am unwell about them#Headcanons#angst#heterodyne boys#barry heterodyne#bill heterodyne#klaus wulfenbach#adam and Lilith clay#punch and judy
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no because even my theare friends actually have to tell me to shut the fuck up about ride the cyclone i just go on and on and on and they literally have to beg me "please go back to talking about hamilton or newsies" i just just look at them with the most AURGHSS look in my eyes
#i am NOT okay#i am unwell about them#ride the cyclone#mischa bachinski#noel gruber#nischa#passionroses#musical#rtc#screaming crying throwing up#i cannot#excuse me#jane doe ride the cyclone#jane doe#jane doe rtc#ocean rtc#ocean o'connell rosenberg#ocean#constance blackwood#constance rtc#ricky rtc#ricky potts#ricky#mischa rtc#noel rtc#penny lamb#penny lamb rtc#penny lamb ride the cyclone#rtc jane doe#extreme hyperfixation
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on this fine saturday morning I'm thinking about the burial mounds arc again and how the official translation doesn't seem to fully capture the sacrilege of äșèŹćŽ which is a mass grave where you dump bodies without the respect they deserve (i.e. nameless. think mass death from massacre and plague and other unclaimed bodies in general)
(äș luan means messy/chaos which is a key word here)
that wen qing and her family were able to make a name and a life for themselves at a mass grave, however ephemeral that was, just hits that much harder
#mdzs#mo dao zu shi#grandmaster of demonic cultivation#mxtx#wen qing#wen ning#i am unwell about them#this one rambles#this one translates
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having Thoughts and Feelings about Halsin trying to help an âelfâ durge to ârelearnâ how to trance when he notices the poor thing sleeping poorly for 8 hours instead every night
#someday Iâll actually focus on my durge#but for now Iâll just get random ideas#that put me in a chokehold at 2:30am#i am unwell about them#bg3#halsin#halsin x durge
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I've been thinking about tfone's future a lot, especially Megatron in specific, and all the shit that can happen during the war
(...though I'll admit I've been taking notes from aligned for a parallel to the one Plague episode in tfp where they have to go into a comatose Megatron's mind)
#I've been thinking about_ to tfone Megatron_ what the dream (pun noticed) outcome of the war would be#i really do think late war tfone Megatron could turn out like idwg1 Megatron or tfp Megatron#and ohhhohoh when i say that that comes with some implications for the Great Cybertronian War that's to come#i feel like he's capable of some very bad things#(aren't we all_ though_ in a way?)#and I'll admit an unwell part of me wishes to see that progression. part of me wants to see tfone Megatron get worse#I'VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT THE TFP PLAGUE EPISODE WHERE THEY GO INTO MEGATRON'S HEAD#I'm having au ideas#ideas about illusions of what could've been but never was#transformers#maccadam#transformers one#transformers prime#tf1 megatron#tfp megatron#we've played with the idea of the orion amnesia arc but in tfone#so ofc I'm going to think about the plague episode where they had to ask a comatose Megatron to help save Optimus#i think about that. a lot.#ignore if you want#transformers aligned#i am unwell about them
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i made them hold handsđ„ș
#i am unwell about them#girl jeri#emma perkins#jerma hatchetfield#craftycoffe#hatchetfield#starkid#fanart#starkid fanart
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My tinimmy ranking. I was coerced by DT to make this and Iâm sharing it with the class
#maybe. I went a little overboard#but I love them#I am unwell about them#bob's burgers#bobs burgers#tinimmy
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do you think jacobi was raised religiously? do you think he grew up going to church? do you think he ever believed in the christian god, in any god? do you think he hated himself for believing there were better things? do you think he turned back to his faith to try to heal, and found nothing, and hated himself even more? do you think he hated himself for hoping there was something out there that could save him, and that he wasn't strong enough on his own? do you think that, once he met kepler, that changed? do you think he saw kepler as more than just a savior, but a god? the thing he'd been looking for since he could remember? that this, this must be what he should've felt, the fear yet the feeling that he has to keep coming back? do you think that once kepler died, and even before that, jacobi fell into doubt again; not just from the lies, from the chaos, from the fighting, but from how his god was gone? that the thing that had saved him was gone? that it had never existed at all? that maxwell and him had just blindly followed a force that never meant the best for them? do you think that's the moment he finally turns to himself, to his own mind, for comfort? do you think that, once everything around him is gone and dead and burning, he finally realizes he was some kind of god all along? that they all are? that everything is something to follow? do you think that's the moment he realizes he doesn't have to believe in anything if he doesn't want to? that he doesn't need to anymore?
#jacobiposting again yall#i can't escape it#cererants#i am unwell about them#theology interests be damned#not meant to offend Christianity in any way btw i just had this idea and uh. jacobi deconstruction core#wolf 359#daniel jacobi#w359
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hail, mighty hero
zaeim and nyra share a moment in kourna. set during long live the lich (lws4). mind the spoilers. 2k words. mature.
Allied Encampment is bustling with life. But itâs not the kind of life that would indicate happiness; in Zaeimâs head, that kind of life is almost a fragment of his imagination. It certainly is for the poor souls of Istan, or even Vabbi. Here in Kourna and the real world, itâs a life of anxiety, a life of uncertainty, of vague hope. People are carrying their restlessness with them and looking up at the leaders of this makeshift resistance group to make sense of it.Â
Zaeim feels that burden intensely. He guides his Sunspears, makes plans, tries his hardest to not break nor bend under pressure. Every time he sees a wounded or dying Elonian, he sends a prayer to Kormir and it weighs his heart down even further. Every time thereâs an accident, or a failed scouting mission, Zaeim wonders if theyâre all going to die and Joko will remain the tyrant of Elona forever.Â
So when he feels this way, he turns to Nyra. She stands tall, proud, indomitable and entirely mad. Her eyes shine with something wild and barely restrained, like fate itself had carved a chasm in her soul so now sheâs trying to rebuild it back with parts of the real world. She attracts attention wherever she goes and people flock to her like moths to flame. From a distance, she looks radiant. Up close, Zaeim wonders when sheâs going to burn out entirely.Â
She canât seem to fight off a sunburn from days in the sands and amongst the army. Her hair, short, messy and in constant disarray, has lightened to a near blonde, a contrast to the areas of her face that caught the beginnings of a tan. She has growing dark circles under her eyes and ever-present dirt beneath her nails, be it blood or tar or whatever else. Comfortable tunics she wears are more filled with creases and dust by the day, patched where theyâd gotten nicked in the fights with Awakened. She hardly looks like their leader, Zaeim thinks, as worn out and bitter and restless as everyone else.Â
He knows deep down, however, that it is her light this whole thing is centered around. And so, he canât look away. Especially not when theyâre discussing tactics, when sheâs explaining things in that strangely accented Elonian of hers, or when she settles on a decision and cuts a clear line in the sand. I have listened to your suggestions. From this point on, you are with me or against me.Â
Hardly anyone dares oppose her.
And thus Zaeim finds himself drawn to the moments where heâs with her. He likes the reassurance in her eyes. He likes the subtle nature of her smiles. âIâve never been very expressive, in terms of.. Face,â she said one night, reclining against a wall. Zaeim raised his gaze to her face. âDo you mind that?â
âSome people are simply not,â he replied, with more eagerness than heâd intended. âI donât doubt that youâre genuine about this and about Elona. Kormir knows you want Joko dead as much as anyone else here.âÂ
âThere can only be one biggest dick in this desert, yeah?â she huffed and blew a curl of hair away from her nose. âFor fuckâs sake, I need my hair to grow faster.âÂ
Zaeim smiled. âThat growth spurt went elsewhere with you, it would seem.âÂ
Nyra laughed. It was a solid, deep sound, echoing in the small cottage theyâd claimed as their base of command. âIâd say Joko stole it and I wanna get it back.âÂ
âOr Sayida.âÂ
âSayida is wiser than Joko.âÂ
Zaeim shook his head. âDebatable, but I will not argue with you.âÂ
âThatâs smart,â Nyra said, in a gravelly tone. If he hadnât known better, he wouldâve suspected a threat. âYou are wise too.âÂ
Zaeim doesnât consider himself wise. He doesnât think Nyra herself is wise, either. All he knows is that between them, and supposedly Sayida, and the Olmakhan and the Primeval ghosts, they can take down Joko and see a free Elona.Â
Sometimes, that is enough.Â
Other times, though, he wants to see Nyra the woman, Nyra the person behind the legend. Then he watches her movements, and notices, rather quickly, that her right shoulder is almost always stiff by the end of the day. Sheâs careful to not move her right hand much unless she has to, and the occasional stretch she does brings about a pained expression. She doesnât bring it up, however.Â
He understands. He has old wounds too. But in the grand scheme of Alysannyra Ainsaph, that one thing feels like a game changer. She goes from a symbol to a person, and from person to a symbol in a way Zaeim is familiar with, as the Spearmarshal. It makes him want to hold her close, feel the heat of her skin and the roughness of her sunburnt cheeks, in a union that so few people can actually understand.Â
She comes to him in a dream, once, and there, she kisses him. And maybe Joko kills them all without Zaeim ever having tried to recreate that dream in real life. Zaeim hopes he musters up the courage to try.Â
Opportunity presents itself rather unexpectedly. There is an Awakened Inquest incursion that Nyra herself chooses to annihilate, and that has her painfully rolling her shoulder to try and relieve the ache of it all day. In a break between planning, when the maps are in the safety of Canachâs hands for the moment, Zaeim takes a chance to lean in and whisper in Nyraâs ear, âDoes your shoulder hurt?âÂ
Nyra almost hits his head as she raises hers. âWhat?âÂ
Zaeim blinks and steps away. âI noticed your shoulder is stiff and I wanted to offer relief. There is something that us Sunspears use and that I have a little bit of in my pack for old injuries.âÂ
âRelief, Spearmarshal?â Canach snickers, still looking at the maps. âI do think our dear Commander would love some relief! Sheâs had so much on her shoulders for this little war of yoursââÂ
âThatâs what you take from this,â Nyra drawls, unimpressed. âAnyone you wanna fuck, Canach?â Zaeim blushes.Â
âMy hand suffices, Commander.âÂ
âGood. Stay out of the poor Spearmarshalâs business then. Maybe his hand doesnât suffice.âÂ
Miraculously, Canach backs down. He offers Nyra a smile and returns the maps in her hands. âI will ponder on the tactics, Nyra,â he says quietly. âI will also see if Gorrik has any advice on the matter.âÂ
âGorrik?â Nyra raises an eyebrow. She huffs out a breath and leans in. âLie better next time, you asshat.âÂ
Canach grins. âHe knows more than you think he does, Nyra.âÂ
âOh.âÂ
âOh, indeed.âÂ
âGet lost, though,â she jerks her head towards the door. âThink about tactics elsewhere.âÂ
Canach salutes her and heads to the door. He makes sure to close them as loudly as he possibly can without breaking the damn thing. Zaeim watches him go and crosses his arms over his chest. His face feels hot still and he digs his nails into the exposed skin of his upper arms. Yes, Kormir curse him, he does want to sleep with Nyra, and is that a crime? Is it a bad thing if a man wants to sleep with a woman?Â
âZaeim,â Nyra says, âif you frown any harder, youâll get a permanent wrinkle.âÂ
âWrinkles are the least of my concerns,â Zaeim grumbles and looks away. He then clears his throat. âI hope youâre not offended that IââÂ
âThat you find me attractive?â Nyra taps a nail against the table. The wide stance sheâd assumed earlier when talking to Canach now becomes a long, lean form. The wood creaks under her weight when she leans against the table. âNo.âÂ
âBut?â Zaeim looks back at her again. Sheâs rubbing her clothed arms. Sheâs the only fully clothed and covered person in this entire camp, barring Gorrik and Taimi. She has bandages up to her knuckles. âAre you hurt?â
âZaeim, Iâm more scar tissue than skin behind this patched up tunic,â she says after a while and laughs awkwardly. Zaeim stares. It somehow never crossed his mind that she too might have insecurities. His head has a hard time wrapping itself around that notion, that the Godkiller and Dragonslayer is insecure about her scars of all things.Â
âThat is hardly a concern to me, if it is any consolation,â he offers softly. âThere are a lot of scarred Sunspears.âÂ
She looks him up and down. Her eyes linger on his arms and legs and on the peek of his chest, before she looks him directly in the eye. Zaeim squirms under inspection. He knows he looks older than he is; life of a Sunspear is hardly easy, and beauty is the first thing to go when you choose to defy Joko. In the grand scheme of things, itâs least relevant. But right now Zaeim wishes very hard that heâd been born a noble, a prince of Vabbi or Istan, someone she would find easy to look at.Â
âFor whatâs worth, I think youâre attractive too,â she says and Zaeimâs head shoots up. She sounds a little sad.Â
Zaeim breathes out. âI still have my ointment, if youâd like it.âÂ
She considers for a moment, and as if to prove a point, goes to roll her shoulder. She stops halfway. âYes,â she says. She rises from the table that creaks thankfully, and carefully pulls some of her tunic down to reveal her right shoulder. Zaeim sees the tail ends of angry, dark pink burns, but when she catches it, she raises the sleeve so theyâre covered again.Â
He doesnât ask. Instead, he points towards a little stool near him. She walks over, playing with the material of her sleeve, and turns her back to him as she sits. His breath catches in his throat. The scar there is gnarly, deep, like something had tried to tear her spine off. It sits in an uneven line at a weird angle too.Â
âIt wouldâve been worse without surgery,â she says, distantly.Â
âIs there a way toââ
âNo.â The finality of her response makes him close his mouth and dig through his pack. He unscrews the little clay pot and a familiar, slightly pungent scent spreads across the room. Zaeim says nothing as he softly rubs the cream into the knotted flesh. The only sounds in the room are the scoops his fingers make and their breathing, rugged and tense.Â
She has tan lines, he notices. Her skin is hot where he touches it. Every so often she turns her head to look at him, and her eyes seem so impossibly big and insistent, conflicted in a way he canât possibly decode. The sunburn makes their purple hue stand out even more. Zaeimâs hands itch to touch and caress more of her. He imagines his lips on her exposed neck, his hands in her hair. This close, sheâs less of a symbol and more of a living, breathing person, with dark circles and a haunted stare and greasy hair, and he cannot get enough of it.Â
âKiss me,â she says. Her voice is rough and rich and breathy. It echoes in Zaeimâs ears like a drum.Â
âGladly,â Zaeim mutters and closes the clay pot. He could die tomorrow; it wouldâve been a damn shame if he didnât leap at an opportunity to kiss her. The pot clinks as he returns it carelessly to his pack and washes his hands free of the ointment. Nyra watches him with a strange expression.Â
âWhat?â Zaeim asks and his heart wants to beat out of his chest. He feels its thunder in his throat.Â
âYou remind me of someone,â she says softly. âItâsâ it was a man as dedicated to his dream and his duties as you are.â The way she implies the man is dead makes it seem targeted, almost a reproach. Sheâd mentioned a lover before, back in Tyria, but that he is dead. Zaeim has no idea who this man is and senses the topic is too raw to discuss further, but he wonders.
Self reproach is the only thing worse than regret.Â
Zaeim crouches before her. This close, she smells like the cream heâd put on her and sweat. âDo you want me to kiss you? Truly?âÂ
Her eyes blaze. âEnough consideration,â she bites out, âIâm not fragile, for fuckâs sake!â And she pulls him to her and crashes her lips to his, digs her hands in his locs. Zaeim moans under the attention, and he wouldâve felt bad about it if it wasnât swallowed by the domineering force of her lips on his, even if closed. He doesnât know what to do with his hands.Â
After a moment, she takes her head back a little, as if snapped out of a daze. âYou probably wanted something sweeter,â she says quietly. âThis was anything but.âÂ
âI will not lie,â he replies, âmy usual idea of a first kiss is something that isnât a metaphorical devouring.âÂ
Nyra blinks. âWe can kiss slowly, if youâd like,â she says and plays with his locs. And then adds, with a grief so big it could swallow the world, âItâs been a long while since I had one of those. Probably donât deserve them either. But..âÂ
Zaeim stands up. âThis chair is a little uncomfortable,â he says. Nyra follows suit, close enough so he can feel the heat of her body. âI am certain there are more comfortable places in this house for people to kiss.âÂ
âWalls have hardly ever failed,â she suggests. Finding a little nook thatâs big enough for both of them is a challenge, but when they finally do, and when he kisses her again, with his hands on her ass, the world falls away.Â
Kormir knows they both need this. Kormir knows they both need a lot of things. And thankfully, Kormir, bless Her, provides.Â
#gw2#inspo birb has come to town#alysannyra#spearmarshal zaeim#gw2 zaeim#zaeimyra#gw2 writing#gw2 fic#gw2 commander#pact commander#gw2 human#I AM UNWELL ABOUT THEM#this took longer than necessary bc my brain was fried for weeks due to irl stuff#but!#it's out and i am happy#this isn't the otp but like. i ship them#does that count? it does#rarepair hell go brrrr
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i am enamoured of this creature actually. some manner of beast
#i love this animal. the problems.#hollow knight#the hollow knight#pure vessel#i am unwell about them
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DNDADS S2 SPOILERS!
Midnight thoughts at it again :)
Sparrow named Normal and Hero that way because Hero was supposed to be a sacrifice to save the world and Normal was just the replacement kid. He didnât be a father to them because he didnât want to grow bonds with them and watch them die. In the end, he didnât even take in an optimistic hope that perhaps everything goes well without his children dying and just named them what they would be in his story. A hero and a normal kid.
You would think that sheâd have at least a little bit of a relationship with Hero, the person he focused his whole attention on but instead it most likely just concerned her, made her feel alone and made her distance herself from him as much as she could. Think about it. Your dad and your uncle always takes you on these âtripsâ to go hunting, learn how to use guns and knives, etc. without your younger brother going as well. You just have 2 fully grown adults going, teaching only YOU something. Wondering why your brother doesnât come either and if this is a normal thing that happens to people. Then, you are told by them that you are the chosen one and now put this incredibly heavy weight onto you, A CHILD. You never asked for this but you also canât talk to anyone else about it so youâre left alone, with just your thoughts.
And Normal. Youâre ABSOLUTELY wondering why your name is Normal but your sisterâs is Hero. And the fact that she constantly goes on trips with your dad and uncle that you NEVER get invited to. At a very young age, you are already questioning what is wrong with you, why does your dad not like you as much, why am I not as good as my sister. You feel isolated away from them, like there is something that everyone knows is obvious that you donât. It makes you feel like an idiot. Even if you ask, your dad doesnât allow you on these trips so you just stay at home, wondering. Your dad never puts in much effort to be your dad, what are you doing wrong? And if he never puts in any energy into being a parent, why should you put in effort to be his son?
Sparrow was too scared to get attached to his own children.
(I love Sparrow but my GOD, he needs to take a lesson from Ronâs books and be the dad that stepped up)
#dnd#dndads#dungeonsanddaddies#dndads spoilers#dndads s2#dndads s2 spoilers#I am unwell about them#the oak-garcias have a grasp on my soul#sparrow garcia#sparrow oak garcia#sparrow oak#dndads sparrow#sparrow#lark oak garcia#lark garcia#lark oak#lark and sparrow#dndads lark oak#dndads lark#normally oak swallows garcia#dndads normal#normal oak#dndads normal oak#hero#hero oak#dndads hero#oak dndads#dungeons and daddies#midnight thoughts
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Jedi padawan besties (they're studying btw)
My baby girl Alema again, this time before she became a mando.
Lore dump + extra sketches under the cut :)))))))
Putting this in dotpoints so that i have some semblance of order
Alema was raised in the jedi temple
she wanted to become a temple guard and wielded a double sided lightsaber
Zif (the zabrak in the first image) was her best friend
she and her creche mates had a tooka called Lutal
became a padawan at age 13, shortly before order 66 and the end of the war
was on a mission in the outer rim with her master and their troops when order 66 happened
her and one of the clone medics (whose chip malfunctioned) managed to escape via escape pod
they crash landed on an uninhabited planet
where they met my other, yet to be introduced mandos
I have so much more for her and the rest of the gang but i'm gonna call it a night for now, will probably post more about her tmrw.
#i have been so hyoerfixated on these lil guys recently#its actually insane#i am unwell about them#also Alema is trans#hence the actual ears and the lil head bumps#she kinda just happened bc i wanted to design a trans twi'lek#and then i was like what if she was mando#but then i was having Ideas ab the jedi#and thus Alema was born#anyway gn gang#i am so tired#star wars oc#jedi oc#mando oc#twi'lek oc#star wars stuff#my ocs#my art
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theyâre in love, one of them rejected the other, one will never be able to think of the word friend without the other, they know that theyâre using each other, they care deeply for each other, one uncovered a kidnapping for the other so they would reply to their letters pretty please
theyâre frubbo and iâm qpenpals thanks for tuning into this weeks broadcast-
#qsmp#frubbo#tubbo#qsmp tubbo#q!tubbo#tubbo qsmp#fred qsmp#qsmp fred#qsmp shipping#qsmpblr#q!penpals#pen pals#qsmp penpals#penpals qsmp#i am unwell about them
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Iâm never not thinking about sfth and the amount of references that are every day words are killing me. Friend mentioned batman -> internal and (some external) screaming. Someone mentioned the concept of love -> all I could think about is Derek saying âI love youâ to Tich. Friend mentioned Katy Perry -> suddenly thinks about Marty (the evil make a wish kid) singing firework. Friend asked if I could peel her banana cause she couldnât open it -> thinking about Sarah and Xavier.
#sfthposting#shoot from the hip#I am Unwell about them#its so bad but so so good#The hyperfixation may be straying into special interest territory who knows
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you totally should do an oc relationship web!! id love to see that i find your ocs fascinating :] also it's a good way to quickly introduce newcomers to oc dynamics hehe
hello. i am psychologically unwell and so i want to remind you that you ASKED for this
if some of the text is too small to read IM SORRY. it should be ok if u click to see it bigger. i also had to design nadia for this and she actually turned out spot on. and i decided shes missing an arm
i am thinking of them all crazy style always. anyone wants me to elaborate shoot me an ask or a fuckin dm idc. i will always talk about my fucking guys <3
#oc#ocs#ask#I AM UNWELL ABOUT THEM#u can call this 1: the sisters kil (+ diana). 2: the siren's song (hatred and malice). 3: the serpent's tail (messy bitches)#did not connect diana/heiti or julian/nadia because. they dont rlly know each other#diana and heiti never meet and julian only meets nadia like. once. and it does not last long!#also nadia and heiti. they never meet#but the rest of them. oh boy. they have GOT to get normaller#fucking. julian and warren is so funny. BITE EACH OTHERS DICKS OFF#also also. kinda of paragraphs for julian and naomi. they have. a complicated relationship to say the least#also also ALSO. nadias arm is literally nothing. i might change it in the future if i think of something cool but for now like.#it's literally just a birth defect. when i drew her i didn't draw the rest of her arm and then it looked like it was on purpose and i was.#well. no reason for her to NOT be missing an arm. missing an arm be upon ye#ONE MROE THING AND THEN ILL BE DONE. the reason julian and diana's change is bcause the one with the sisters is more early on/in ereform#it's pre-plot. or like. most of it at least.#after (messy bitches) is more later on and then. haha well. unhappy reunion be upon ye#ALSO THANKS FOR SENDING ME THIS. I LOVE BEING ENABLED MWAH MWAH MWAH
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