#aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

[ladykyriaa]

HE IS SO WHIPPED OH MY GOD LOOK AT HIS BLUSH

[mintytealfox]

*slides in*

am back buddy! also I thought of a think not sure you see dungen meshi yet but...

*holds up a chirmea! Norton*

OOOHHH MMYYYYYY GGOOOSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

I had to draw this scene I just had to oh my gosh LOL

-SHAKES TABLE- OOHHH MMMYYY GGOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

[athena-theunicorn]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH OMG YALL WE GOT A RELEASE DATE AND A TRAILER AND IT LOOKS SO GOOD AND WALKER IS SO CUTE AND THEY'RE ALL ADORABLE AND IT'S PERCY'S FREAKING BIRTHDAY TODAY AND ITS SUCH A GOOD DAY TO BE A NERD AND THEY PLAYED RIPTIDE AND THE CGI LOOKS GOOD AND ITS COMING OUT IN DECEMBER AND ITS A TWO EPISODE PREMIRE AND AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH

[mistyycowoa]

Vent in the tags owo

[sukerokus]

THE NEW JJK CHAPTER HAS ENVOKED THE COLOURIST WITHIN ME

[chaotic-newt]

I'm so autistic I immediately was like "omg like the last of us"

And bodies, whether living or dead, decay continuously. Our topmost layer of skin is dead. Our hair is dead. Bacteria, fungus, and germs thrive in just about every nook and cranny they can find. The smell of body odor is, in fact, the smell of these bacteria feasting on fatty compounds secreted by our sweat glands. And yet, bodies are sexy, not in spite of the fact that we are decaying but exactly, I think, because we are.

The Loveliness of Decay: Rotting Flesh, Literary Matter, and Dead Media, Jesse Stommel

[tinyienzo]

the honkai star rail 2.1 quest destroyed me

[dr-mcfell]

THE DOCTOR WHO SPECIAL WAS SO GOOD

[maythedreadwolftakeyou]

SINGLE DIGIT DAYS LEFT UNTIL VEILGUARD!!!!!!!!!!!!

SINGLE DIGIT DAYS LEFT UNTIL VEILGUARD

[gunsatthaphan]

"it smells good."

[randomfandomss]

🎶🎵 Earth Angel, Earth Angel will you be mineeeeee? My darling dear, love you all the timee 🎶🎵

[niklenakle]

Girls when they delete their commission doc and form by accident and now theyre second guessing getting serious abt comms at all

[tewwor-moving]

He hears them. Through all the extra noise that comes with reliving the past, he does hear them. It’s so easy to get lost in violent echoes of his past, though. Those needle sharp barbs get stuck in his head. Always tries to drag him further and further into the ‘what ifs’ and ‘whys’. Jie knows he’ll never get an answer. He knows, rationally, that none of it had been his fault. But he was just a kid that thought the world and more of his parents.. He’ll always blame himself first for the pain his mother had carried. How brutally she died.

Nothing comes from him for the longest moment. His throat closes up too much to affirm their assumption. Eyes remain dry and therefore so do his sinuses. There’s no sniffling or sobbing. Nothing to break the heavy silence he’s gagged himself with. Jie just tries to curl in more. Get as close as humanly possible to this shelter he’s come to see as sanctuary.

When he’s finally able to loosen the stones piled in his throat, he attempts to keep himself open just a bit longer. “She already killed my dad. Few feet away. Didn’t see her doing it when I came home.. or when she came home.” He doesn’t remember. Nothing besides their struggle withstood the testament of time except.. “We had.. Green scallion pancakes that morning.”

EVERY WORD FROM JIE'S MOUTH MAKES HER BLOOD run colder. persephone's limbs lock up as she listens, forced to imagine something they can only describe as horrifying. it is a special kind of betrayal to be harmed by your parents. worse, exponentially, when you are a child. more intimate than a lover, more damaging than a fall. persephone is lucky that the worst moments in her life came when she was older — a teenager, in the case of her arms, but of age still, and wiser to the world.

but when you are a child, your parents are your keepers. they hold all of the power. it is why she orchestrated her and orion's escape before they turned ten; roughing it on the streets, with the agency to choose their path, would be leagues better than suffering under their parents' cruel hands. they got out before the violence could really start. she cannot imagine — cannot begin to imagine — the ways jie's mind ruminates, suffers on these memories. he was eleven. eleven and alone. what does he see when he looks in the mirror? when he closes his eyes at night?

it all makes sense now. jie has always worn the mark of betrayal. persephone never asked, and now she knows — it is the worst betrayal he could have had. christ. he was so small. does he feel small now? there are no words that can remedy something like this. no platitudes that can soothe a pain so deep that it is carved into your bones. ❝ fuck, jie, ❞ she murmurs instead. ❝ ... i'm not going to say any dumb shit like i'm so sorry or that's terrible, because yeah. fucking obviously. and — i know it doesn't help. ❞

seph holds him tighter, squeezes, like it can somehow shield him from the angry eyes of his past. like it can somehow take the pain away. but it can't. nothing can, not even time. ❝ you must have been terrified. ❞

they don't pull away — not physically, and not emotionally. he deserves to know that opening up will not push them away, that they will stay here and sit with him in the muck for as long as he needs them to.

[thetwelfthcrow]

Another angle of our very rare interactions

https://x.com/sim3744/status/1858361404191035619

RAAWWWRRRGGRGRGRGG that fucking AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH

AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

[fishyfishyfishtimes]

AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH statistics test tomorrow AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH I'm so scared TToTT

Good news is I'll get back to Artfight right afterwards hell yeag !! Drawbing and stuff!

[wineonmytshirt]

AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH