#THAT WAS MY PERSONAL GOAL

[shay-creates]

Apparently, my decision to be silly and make fanart of someone's writing (because I genuinely enjoy the story the person is writing and I was struck with inspiration upon reading a particular scene) has benevolent and wildly unforeseen consequences.

I apparently gained a bit of control of the canon because said writer really loved the art and decided what I drew/draw is canon.

2. Writer put said artwork into the document of his story right below the scene, so now it's IN the story where people who read the story will see it (with a link to me)

3. He sent the artwork to all his friends and people he knows because he was so excited

Wholesome interaction and I watched him do all that in real time, good stuff. However...there are two more consequences I was notified of today...nearly a full week after I gave the artwork.

Seeing the artwork caused his friends to become interested in reading and hearing about his story, which means more people are reading what he's writing and giving him critique on the story (which he actively asks for).

Apparently, upon seeing the art, his writer friends got a sudden second wind to pick back up writing they'd abandoned for a few months. Because, I quote, "seeing that someone enjoyed {his} writing enough to take the time to make art of it gave them the motivation that maybe THEY can write something that will inspire someone to also create something." I have accidentally caused a writing frenzy among his writer friends and my silly idea to make art for someone has had a butterfly effect for people who I don't even know.

Uhh...I'm pretty sure there's a moral here but I am tired and have a great deal of emotions about this.

[magentasnail]

I'm just a toy to you my love...

I saw someone comparing ford and fiddleford's relationship to ford and bill's relationship and I haven't been the same since

[kodasea]

Melting

[charlottecherries]

2025: My goals and plans

Goal 1: Improve Academic Performance

Read more- Do pre and post lecture reading

Set soft deadlines

Begin writing work as soon as it is set

Have a friend to help with accountability

Create a study group for each module

Goal 2: Improve skin

Use a face mask 1-2 times a week

Gua sha and jade roller daily

Create a skincare routine a stick to it

Use a body scrub a few times a week

Moisturise twice daily

Goal 3: Improve Health

Drink more water

Workout four times a week

Eat more produce

Do a mix of exercise- Weights, Cardio, Pilates

Create a stretch and flexibility routine

Take necessary vitamins

Get over eight hours of sleep

Goal 4: Learn Latin

Do a ten minute lessons everyday

Read one chapter of a Latin book every week

Goal 5: Read More

Read at least one leisure book every month

Set time based goals for reading

Reduce screen time and replace it with books

Goal 6: Improve my career

Find career based internships and experience

Read more about related topics

[hai-nae]

[giotanner]

Sgt. John "Soap" MacTavish. Another rough day, another mission

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[itseasierthanithought]

"I can't hold enough of you in my hands."

~ Franz Kafka

[meowder]

Let him finish his goat milk.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

I'm a doctor, not a miracle worker.

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[dymitre]

I was looking through all of your art when I saw your megamind fanart, could we get Bernard for it? Please?

oh my god I had forgotten this piece! 😭😭😭😭

[kagoutiss]

pelican town, ‘72

[demaparbat-hp]

Toph as a Goalball player 💪💚

[yourlocalabomination]

May I present to you one of the dumbest things iv ever drawn.

[felassan]

What kind of spirit do you think Felassan waz?

Swag

[gothsuguru]

she’s cold-blooded so it takes more time to bleed

suguru thinks you look pretty like this.

blood dripping from your lips like pomegranate juice, smeared around your mouth like lipstick, coating your teeth like a layer of red rubies — like you bit into something you shouldn’t have. something about your sick smirk makes his stomach churn, it’s lecherous and all-knowing, he knows you can sense his unease and his discomfort. he knows that you enjoy it — something about wanting to see him squirm is fun to you.

he won’t give you the satisfaction.

(his hands won’t stop shaking.)

he doesn’t know why violence comes so easily to you — why’s it’s such a natural part of your being, a second nature of some sort. why it’s something you revel in, take pride in, surround yourself with.

you’re a dog who likes to fight.

he also doesn’t know why it’s something you always tell him not to do. you tell him that a face like his isn’t meant to be ruined; he should keep it safe and pretty, like it is.

suguru thinks you’re a fucking hypocrite.

(his mom told him to stay away from you, you’re a bad influence. his dad thinks he’s a lost cause just like you.)

he doesn’t know why he’s friends with you, if he’s being honest with himself. there’s no transactional relationship, you don’t offer anything up to him except physical scars & wounds that need healing. he thinks he allows it because he likes taking care of you. he likes abandoned strays — likes the way he has to put you back together, likes the way your lowlidded eyes follow his form around his bathroom as he gets gauze from the cabinet, bandaids from the drawers, and rubbing alcohol under the sink. he likes this little routine you’ve both created — a dance of some sort. it’s muscle memory now.

most of all, he knows he likes being needed. that he’s of use, that someone stronger than him needs to be taken care of, that someone like you can only rely on someone like him — the polite, pretty boy down the street.

the wince your face makes when he finally dabs your skin is just a fun little bonus.

you don’t mind the sting because suguru is the one nursing you, but on the flip side, he’s also the one putting you in momentary agony — inflicting pain just to take it away seconds later.

it’s not too bad when you think about it.

it’s not so bad when his fingers brush your hair away from your face, it’s not so bad when he tilts your jaw upwards, it’s not so bad when his bangs tickle your cheek, it’s not so bad when he brings his face closer to yours — his minty breath fanning into your face, sweet and warm. it’s not so bad when he softly tells you to, “be careful.”

it’s not so bad when you look at his lips, plush and rosy. not so bad when you look at his pearly white teeth. not so bad when his lips form around your name, urging and heeding, imploring you to take his advice.

he’s a sensitive boy at heart, is what you’ve figured out.

you never say anything back because you know you won’t be. careful, that is.

you like this routine you’ve both created a little too much.

he sighs, soft and light. gazes at you tiredly, but oddly fond, pools of topaz burning through a ring of obsidian. he puts his fingers to your lips, pressing, softly at first. then a bit harder. he gets closer. he wonders if the blood in your mouth will taste sweeter in his. he thinks he wants to breathe life into you, that if anyone can do it, he can. you think you just might let him, just to see if he could.

it’s night and the lights are dim, only a soft sepia tone illuminating the features of the boy who lives down the street — the one who’s in front of you now. his pulsating chest is pressed up against yours. a heart for a heart.

you think suguru looks pretty like this.