#If I was able to draw then this would be beautiful

[sshadow-heartz]

I Love You, I’m Sorry

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🤍Cho Sang-Woo x Player!Reader

🤍With one more game to go, Sang-Woo doesn’t like your odds. He loves you enough to know that you don’t need to continue suffering, taking things into his own hands…

🤍Word Count: 1.2k

🤍Tags: Angst, Murder, Slight Gore?, Glass Shard as murder weapon, Stabbing,False Hope, Betrayal

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It had been a long day. After a dangerous game of glass stepping stones, you had watched player after player fall to their death. Only three of you remained - Sang-Woo, Gi-Hun and yourself.

Retreating to your bed, you looked up at the ceiling, the large piggy bank sending a soft, golden glow over the room. It had to be almost over, right? There were only three of you left, surely there were no more than two games to go.

You sighed, thinking of everything you would be able to do once winning. Pay off your debts, get a drink with your friends…

Start over.

Your thoughts were interrupted by footsteps, and you turn your gaze towards the sound. It was just Sang-Woo, you had grown to become fond of the man during your time. You had been apart of the same team, alongside Gi-Hun, Ali…

Painful memories crossed your mind, Ali was gone. He wasn’t coming back. You had to move on, no matter how tough it felt.

“Quiet in here, huh?” Sang-Woo’s voice speaks up, drawing you away from your own mind. He was stood above you, a few scrapes across his face from the glass tiles exploding. Dark eyes studied yours, his own expression unreadable. You could never tell what he was truly thinking.

“Yeah… it’s weird without everyone else here,” you shrug, the room holding a strange eeriness without the hundreds of players that once resided with you. “How many more games do you think there are?”

He stayed quiet, thinking. “One… maybe two? That’s my guess. Just a little longer and we’ll all be out of here and way richer than we ever were, too.”

You smiles, nodding at his reassurance. “Yeah, you’re right,” you nod, patting the space on your bed for him to sit down.

Taking a seat, Sang-Woo keeps his hand in his pocket, the other reaching forward to rest on your thigh. His thumb strokes your skin through the fabric of your pants, looking down at you with a slight hint of softness. “You’re coming for a drink with me and Gi-Hun, right? When we get out of here?”

“Of course,” you smile. “Wouldn’t miss it.”

Settling into comfortable silence, you allow your eyes to slip closed. You could feel Sang-Woo’s hand on your thigh, a small comfort in such a place. The two of you had grown close rapidly, you admired him. He was smart, and confident and seemed to know what he was doing. All of that lured you in, made you desperate to win his affection. He had seen you during the dalgona round, working ever so calm despite the shootings around you. He knew you would fight to survive, and he wasn’t sure if he loved you for it, or hated it.

Sang-Woo looked down at you, eyes closed and breathing steady. He couldn’t work out if you were sleeping, though it’d be best if you were…

Glancing over his shoulder, he could see Gi-Hun across the room, taking a much needed nap. He turned back to you, sliding his hand out of his pocket. He glanced down, eyeing the object he had been keeping so secretly.

A glass shard, sharp and easy enough to stab someone with. He took a breath, steadying himself and his nerves. Sang-Woo had decided you needed to go nights before, a long thought-out choice. He theorised the final game would be between the three of you, some sort of direct competition against each of you. Sang-Woo knew there could only be one winner, one player who takes the amount home.

You had become a distraction to him, his feelings overriding his logic. You were beautiful, strangely optimistic after what you had been through, and gosh, he… he loved you. He knew that if you faced against him, he would let you win. Let you walk away with the money, and a better life. No, he needed that money for himself. It’d be him and Gi-Hun. He could take down his childhood best friend, surely…

Sang-Woo leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. A sick and twisted act of love before enacting his wicked plan. He watched as your eyes fluttered open, smiling up at him as though he’s the most wonderful man in the world. He wasn’t, not that you needed to know that.

“Get some sleep,” he whispered, trying to make it easier. You wouldn’t struggle, or cry or yell. He didn’t want you to view him as a monster. In a way, he was doing something good for you. What if you suffered in the next game? What if you had to watch him die? No… that wouldn’t be an option for you. You’d have the peaceful way out, all thanks to him.

“Lay with me?” You ask, softly. It was such an innocent request, he couldn’t deny you. Laying down behind you, he wrapped an arm over your waist, pulling you against his chest. “You’re safe with me,” he lied. “Nobody will hurt you.”

Both laying in silence, legs tangled together, Sang-Woo waited for you to begin drifting off. He had to wait for the right moment, he didn’t want you to fight him on this. You wouldn’t realise it was for the good of things. His mind replayed everything you had told him. You were in severe debt, over a million won. You had nobody out there, no family, no friends. Loan sharks were waiting to get you.

It was no life for anyone. Even if you paid off your debts, you’d still be alone. There was no way you’d all make it out alive. He knew that, he wasn’t dumb. He, on the other hand, had plenty to return to. He could get himself out of debt, though his reputation would still be ruined. He could give money to his mother, have enough to live comfortably. Yes, Sang-Woo knew he needed to survive. It’d be better for him than it would be for you.

He leaned down, face nuzzled against your neck. A final moment of comfort, his arm wrapped around you tightly. He had the glass shard ready and waited, concealed in his free hand. Gi-Hun was still sleeping, nobody paying close enough attention to him or to you.

“I love you,” he whispers. “I’m sorry.”

Before your half-asleep mind can process his words, Sang-Woo digs the glass shard into your stomach. He continues to hold you close, your blood pooling on the bed. He strokes your hair, whispering soft comforts to you.

“Shh, just let it happen. Its for the best, you’ll see that.”

You cough and choke, unable to say anything as the light drains from your eyes and blood pools into your mouth. You felt pain, and nothing more than that. A white, hot blinding pain as the room began to dim. You were tired, so… so tired. It’d feel so good to close your eyes right now.

As Sang-Woo felt you go limp in his arms, a small tune played over the speakers, a voice ringing out.

“Lights out! All players must return to their beds.”

As the lights shut off, Sang-Woo closed his eyes. He took a few deep breaths to calm his shaking hands. One more game, he repeated in his mind. One more game…

[signanothername]

it might be an awkward question but-

HOW DO YOU MANAGE TO DRAW SO MUCH?? how do you get so many beautiful ideas? how do you keep yourself motivated? tell me your secret I will sell you my soul

🩵 🫴 take it.

Why thank you 🫳🩵

Ah the question ever

Truthful and simple answer is that there’s no secret

This might seem contradictory considering how much I post, but I genuinely am not as motivated or as inspired as I seem to be

I struggle a lot with ideas and motivation and that is a problem I have on a daily basis that’s been happening for years (I have SO many wips that I never shared)

It’s not about the struggle, it’s about how I curated my art to that struggle

I’m at a constant threat to experience burnout (certified chronic pain and chronic fatigue haver), so to combat that, I take measures to make sure I don’t burn myself out and actually reserve the very little energy I have to continue doing artworks/comics

To give you a specific example, if you notice with my comics, they’re always sketchy and are never colored, that’s not because I don’t want to make colored comics, but because of knowledge from previous experiences that if I actually forced myself to make colored comics, I’d immediately plunge to burnout and would probably not be able to draw for a few weeks after because of it (in fact the last time I made a colored comic was here, which is a rare occasion even then btw, and that comic caused me to experience a near burnout)

Which was extremely frustrating to me at some point might I add, because before 2021, I had no problem making so many colored comics and artworks at a short span of time, I actually had motivation before (something that is lost to me now), so you can imagine how genuinely frustrating it is, it even made me feel like I’m not a “real” artist

(The concept of what is considered a “real artist” is bullshit btw, someone who draws stickmen everyday is as much of a real artist as someone who makes diverse fully colored artworks with backgrounds and everything, as long as you use your creativity and turn it to something meaningful, you’re already a real artist, regardless of skill or the extent of which you are able to conceive with your art)

That being said, it’s all about finding your own footing and workflow, what works best for you? What doesn’t?

Some things that you’d love for them to work (in my case making colored comics) might not work in reality, life is disappointing like that, so it’s also about acceptance

Acceptance of yourself as you are, maybe it’s not what you truly strive for, maybe you wish you could do more, but sometimes taking a step back and looking into yourself to see if you can actually achieve what you want with the resources you have could be life saving

So when it comes to motivation? Find your workflow, what are the things that you know could make you lose your motivation? On the other hand, what are the things that preserve your motivation?

Not only that, but time management is also a contributing factor

Of course, my own way to preserve my motivation/energy is as follows:

1- never force myself to finish artworks/comics if I feel like I can’t (even if I really really want to), I save them up for later when my motivation for them kicks back in

2-let perfectionism go, if I keep fretting over whether every line in an artwork looks good I’ll never accomplish anything but destroy my mental health (certified perfectionist speaking btw)

3-comics stay as sketches, as much as I want to make beautifully colored comics, I know this will only contribute to my burnout, so keeping it real with myself and what I can accomplish with my own resources (energy, time, health, etc) is important

4-making multiple sketches in a day then choosing what fancies my brain that day, or getting back to older sketches I already made before (sometimes months before) to see if my brain has the itch to work on any of them, by doing that, then I’m giving myself actual diversity in choices to choose from, which helps me feel like I don’t have to be forced to work on anything new, or something that I don’t wanna work on

For clarification, I’m talking actual sketches, not cleaned up ones, if you make clean sketches you won’t be able to make multiple ones in the same day

Here’s an example of what I mean by sketches

5-stop beating myself up over things I can’t control, if I keep being harsh on myself over the fact I couldn’t finish an artwork or the fact I’m not satisfied with it, it’ll only contribute to make me feel bad about myself and that would only contribute to me losing even more motivation which contributes to beating myself up and so the self torture cycle goes on, myself deserves to be pat on the back gently and be told “it’s ok, you’ll get there in time”

6-teach myself that it’s ok to lose motivation, there are times in which I do not open my art app for weeks, instead of hating myself for it, I tell myself “you need time, you’re tired and you need the break”, and it’s true, if you lost motivation, it’s most likely due to something else contributing to it

So i just ask myself what’s up, sometimes, I’m overworked in other life aspects, other times I’m in too much pain, so instead of forcing myself through my demotivation, I take care of these factors demotivating me so I’d feel comfortable enough to be able to work on artworks again

If I couldn’t identify a factor contributing to my loss of motivation, then I take it as my own brain telling me that it needs the break, it needs the dopamine if doing something different and I do that, whether by watching my favorite shows, playing my favorite games, trying a different hobby like writing or reading, etc

7- work on my own time, sometimes I do finish artworks quickly, and I do have the capacity to do so, but I’ve noticed that my loss of motivation became less of an issue when I gave myself the actual time to work on artworks, sometimes, a simple artwork that I could finish in 20 minutes takes me weeks to finish, not because I can’t finish it earlier, but because I intentionally worked slowly on it as I’m working on other artworks just as slow, that way, I don’t overwhelm myself and I’m making progress on multiple artworks/comics at the same time, and seeing such progress gives me even more motivation

Cough, anyway, got lost in talking about motivation ghcchch

As for your other question about how I get my ideas, it’s usually something I saw that inspired me, whether an artwork, something irl, etc

Or even sometimes, my own artworks inspire ideas for comics, so I’d draw something, then ask myself (asking yourself questions is such a great helper when it comes to coming up with ideas) why is the character doing this? How did they get there? Etc

That helps me come up with answers which are then answered via comics or multiple different artworks

For example, this comic, what inspired it was me asking myself one simple question, “what would happen if Murder actually asked Nightmare for a visit home for once, instead of running away like he always does?”, and that immediately got me to work on the comic

Of course, it doesn’t mean I always am on the ready for an idea, in fact, a lot of the time my mind is blank, nothing up there to help me, which is why I turn to mindlessly sketching sometimes

I just open a canvas and start sketching, what? I don’t know, I’m just gonna sketch something, could be a character, environment, scribbles, meaningless lines etc, it’s my iwn version of a warm up, and it helps a lot with making my brain get into the zone

That’s all I can think of off the top of my head

Enjoy a look into my brain chhcchch

[suzume2moon]

blue lock boys in other sports/part1

including: nagi, itoshi brothers, chigiri, zantetsu

Nagi -> e-sport

It's practically canon. He's a natural, having quick reflexes and thanks to his gaming history, he can see over the rules and concepts with ease. After a while when he gets famous, he starts to stream and has a lot of followers instantly. He has hundreds of fans who secretly or not-so-secretly admire his voice and draw fanarts of him as he has never did a face reveal. I feel like he would be the best in FPS games like CS:GO, COD Warfare, PUBG and LOL but as a relax he would play some chill games with beautiful graphics, such as Genshin. And of course he has a Roblox account.

Itoshi Rin&Sae -> figure skating

I feel like these two would have an epic rivalry in the all alternative universes and ice skating just suits them well - they have inhumanly beautiful faces, liquid movements and an elegant, cold attitude. They rule Japanese and Asian male figure skating with ease but they are in top 10 in the global field too. They have multiple fan accounts on each social media apps. Here still was Sae who taught Rin skating, he even instructed Rin's first toeloop. Since they parted ways, Rin hates toeloops. Whatever. Sae's free programs are usually giving an otherwordly aura (beautiful destruction), cold and beautiful - if you want living reference, I picture him as someone like Hanyu Yuzuru. Rin's free programs are darker, letting free his inner bitterness towards his brother and the whole lukewarm world (hideous destruction). He would enjoy skating to movie soundtracks and epic remixes, such as 2WEI, Jung Youth-In The End.

Chigiri -> track, 200 meters sprint

It's an ideal distance for him as he can run as fast as he is able to but it's over before his legs would acidify (idk if it's the right word in English but when your muscles go rigid and you can't move them well). He would be sponsored by Puma and he usually wears colorful spikes matching to his hair. He's not "just" an athlete but also a celebrity with a self-managed Instagram account and reels in every week. He would post about healthy foods, training hairstyles and remixes of his competitions. His main race might be the 200 meters but he sometimes gets in finals in 100 meters too, when qualifies for it. But on the shortest distance he has never outran Zantetsu, who is a killer 100 meters sprinter, often the only Asian in the race.

Zantetsu -> track, 100 meters sprint

In his entire life before going to international championships, he was only rivalled by Chigiri, none other. Even if in global field he is always in the finals, often as the only Asian. His fake glasses make a signature looks by now and so do his misheard quotes and disciplines. These "wisdoms" eventually became a whole new brand with quote-patterned t-shirts, hoodies, bags and stuff like that. They have a teasing friendship with Chigiri, calling each other snail, sloth and other nice things but still updating posts together and hang out after competitions.

©suzume2moon 2025.01.09.

[livedtough]

It was a good thing that he was snug behind this glass, with the threat of being dropped to his death. Had he been able to, he may have reached to her, may have put a hand around her throat, may have killed her. It probably would have been quick, though not for any idea of mercy. He was trying to keep himself controlled, but he had a quick temper, and it would have been something he wouldn't be able to draw out. Sad. His eyebrows rose as she claimed she wasn't trying to upset him. He would have thought she had been, something sent forward to get under his skin, to pry until he snapped, revealing something to send back. Or perhaps she was just a reporter, but that would leave her with the same motive, wouldn't it?

He laughed. No, there was her purpose! Not sent by the people who kept him here, but the god of thunder himself! "What I have done?" There, he slipped, emotion getting the better of him. "And did that come with any apology for what he has done?" He doubted it. After all, Loki was the villain, wasn't he? Not Thor. Never beautiful, golden Thor.

"Do your friends not know enough? Do they truly have to ask me?" There was a pause, and a smirk. "They do not need to worry. You will see."

Oh she was nervous, she would be lying to herself if she wasn't yet still she wanted, no needed to get more information about him. He was being extremely different. Not shocking really considering his situation and his clearly lack of empathy. Mentioning about his family was maybe not the right approach. She notices his face changes into a cruel smile. I guess it was a good thing he was behind that glass she thought.

" I can see that I upset you, it's not my intention. I just want answers that's all." She said as Margo stands still, trying not to fidget around too much. " I won't disclose who sent me here, but he did tell me that no matter what you did.. he still cares for you."

That's what thor told her days before agreeing to meet with loki. Margo was struck by how much he seemed to want the best for him, even after all he's done. There had to be a least a part of Loki that wasn't completely monstrous.

" alright next topic, what about this cube I've been hearing about? Can you tell me what the purpose of that is?" She ask him while her curious brown eyes locked on his green ones.

[beeloovedd]

The Ruins of the Ministry

Tw: Death, the collapse of the ministry and the ghost project, references to drowning, decapitation, fire, nothing in detail about those though

The golden sunlight shines against the ruins of what was once the Ministry and a Project

The Project consisted of 3 views

The view of the Frontman, The view of the ghouls and The View of the Project

The view of the frontman, or should I say frontmans or Papa's were used to spread the message of the project

The Papas were once youthful, powerful leaders in their own way

The Papas had Brought the ministry and all of its power to life

That was untill the power had failed

Now the Papas remain in separate ways

Nihil, the father, the Olde one, the beginning

He now lies in a coffin buried under what's left of the Ministry

Secondo, The Second Son remains also as a skeleton but this time in the halls of the Ministry, his now breaking staff against his chest and deteriorating papal hat next to him being pushed and blown by the wind

Primo, the first son remains as a skeleton in a garden, no one knows how he was moved to the garden but his skeleton stays there with the once bright and big green garden that has now become wilted and dying without care

Terzo, The third brother remains in the Rose garden, his Skeletal body almost fully taken over by the roses that grow though his ribs and bones and his skull resting near a tree almost over taken by the moss

And the youngest son, Copia, he was the take to save the ministry but he failed. His Skeletal body remain in the now almost dried out lake, a rose laying on his ribs and leaves from the trees that have been shading his body also in the lake as well

The roses on his body lose and grow petals despite not being attached to the earth anymore

There have been foot prints spotted around the bodies, high heel prints to be exact

Now onto the ghouls

The band members and the glue of the clergy, the ghouls from the under and other worlds who were once powerful followers now in their final forms

Sometimes when you walk through the woods or the gardens and see a tall tree that looks like it's posing with markings on them, that was once an earth ghoul

If you swim under the lake you'll see the body of a water ghoul, now dried and turned to new stone

In the once halls of the ministry you might also see a small pile of ashes and a shadow in the corner near it, that was once a fire ghoul

If you hear quiet humming or rhythms in the wind, those were earth ghouls

If you proceed to go to ruins of the ministry at night and look up at the stars, you will see outlines

But these are not normal consolations or stars, no, these are quintessence ghouls, not visible in the day light

And if your wondering about Multi ghouls, well they could be any of these, they don't know and nor do we

The ghouls final forms normally define with their elements but there were 2 ghouls who are exceptions

One ghoul, who had transitioned from water to quintessence for an unknown reason is now a statue near the lake that is only able to appear at night

And the other ghoul who had transitioned from water to fire, now an extremely fragile statue near the lake

Do not get near, as the statue is made completely up of ashes, it is extremely fragile and there is no calling on what will happen if it inevitably breaks

They're Masks lie near the body's of themselves or the ones they loved most

The final view, The project, the project of a band, of a lesson, of a church and of lesson to spread the news about the church

And now the project lays in the ground, no telling what would happen but it's definitely recommended to stay away from the ruins of the ministry

The project was the Ghost Project

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[letsplaythermalnuclearwar]

Homer!Odysseus and Epic!Odysseus would try to kill each other if they ever met

[unriding]

a … a gift from the talented @kruinka 🥹 thank you so much!! ദ്ദി ༎ຶ‿༎ຶ)

[jarwithdragonteeth]

[manitapaleta]

the Li-Wilson family is the cutest, change my mind

(you cant)

[mel-loly]

-Happy Birthday, Nys!!🧡✨

@nysnextd00r

[sysig]

Wake up somewhere better, maybe (Patreon)

[slashthrashandcrash]

Second one goes hard (for ripdesigns)

Okay we have a vote for 2 and 3 but then I started looking at some "masks with veils" ref pics and would it fuck even harder with his artistic theme if it was modeled after a Venetian style (minus the headdress)

[einsatzzz]

OC Crossovers (1/3): Tea Time with Myr and Lidija (@myrmyrtheorca 's OCs!) Kurumi may or may not be telling Lidija about shoujo manga while Myr is just chilling there and relaxing from the nice atmosphere.

[clegfly]

Small thing I’m cooking for idksomethingclever99’s fic MITPP!! For some reason I’m having trouble tagging them but here’s the fic!!

This seemed fun to do… probably won’t get more done than this page though…

[maudiemoods]

How many dreams have you had of moon hunting you down? I've had 3!

[kuromi-hoemie]

hhhh talking about my writing was fun but 30 tags is not enough.. yes i have 3 major influences but i have minor ones too.. it is a lovechild of my favorite things.. writing is so fun and i have no self control or a concept of pacing myself i will sit there for 16 hours and get hit with every status effect but by god does it all just flow out of me. I've always been a music person yes but i also used to write a lot into early adulthood until The Incident™

but i am ready 2 jump back into it. i think comics are a great middle ground between the two mediums so i don't get As into writing bc i kind of started going crazy last time 🫡 i can take a more structured approach to it that forces me to pace myself and think about it differently. i love art.... i love making things i love knowing how to do things i love knowing how to play things i love having so many creative outlets, even if i don't do a lot of them regularly lol. it is enriching 😳 and nice to know that it's always there to come back to when u want.