#and i’ve fallen ill

[koipudding]

jing yuan… writing another fic rn. my fever and seasonal depression have been kicking my ass.

teehee

[emi-the-gremlin]

Follow up to my Palasakiweek post: it’s the alive boys:D

POV me while drawing this: “wow this sure is going great!” gets to the hands

Immediately starts fucking screaming

No but I swear to God, if you even so much as fucking look at the hands, I will come for you, and boil your fucking eyeballs when you least expect it.

Ok now to actually get to the point, instead of whatever the fuck that was:

I’ll start with a few short details, I didn’t include in the original, and then I’ll go onto the design, cool? Cool.

This first, one was probably pretty easy to guess, but I completely forgot to mention it in the original, so I’ll say it anyway, just to make sure we’re all one the same page: Charles will obviously not be able to see the girls in the beginning, not until he goes through his “canon death” , which Edwin and the girls obviously save him from. But this time instead of classmates, they’re other boys from the home (who do get arrested and kicked out this time:D)

On the subject of Charles, I think he’d have a very similar character arc to Niko with the letters from her mom, just with a very different context, obviously.

Now onto Edwin, I never really thought about why he could see ghosts, but I’m thinking maybe he’s from a long line of witches or something? Since that would both preserve his magical skill from canon, but also explain his interest in the occult.

Lastly, I really just wanted to talk about how funny I find the whole memory thing in its current state, because I just imagine Sa’al yoinking Eds memories, and then immediately fucking the hell off (being banished by Crystal)

Design:

Edwin: I started with the simple vision of a sweater –I don’t know why, but every time I draw that boy I have the uncontrollable urge to put him in knitwear, and this time that urge won out– then I went onto shoes, and I knew I wanted to do something different this time, so I thought about it, and came to the conclusion that ballet flats would be perfect both because they fit well with his whole vibe, but more then that I feel like a modern Edwin would definitely take the opportunity to express his femininity more. And with that thought in mind I obviously had to give him some earrings. And then I added the little lace detail onto his collar, because…ok I don’t know, it was cute, sue me!

Charles: most of Charles’ outfit is already pretty timeless, so really I just tried to differentiate his outfit enough from the original, without losing the core of it. Also I gave him a messenger bag, for no other reason then I really like messenger bags. In addition to that I gave him my shoes, because they kind of reminded me of one of his pins, and they’re hella cute ‘nough said.

[pixelatedraindrops]

Yuma Month: Day 25: Broken

Night terrors, burning body temperature, delirious hallucinations, and glassy faded vision…

Helpless and afraid, he calls out for his caretaker…but he’s not there…

He’s all alone now…with no one to help…

Completely broken.

[petoskeystones]

physical symptoms of mental illness are so ridiculous. stay in my brain where you belong

[azurejacques]

Am I well? No :)

[gregmarriage]

the weird faceless ableist talking in my head being like ‘you’re lazy. just move. just walk!’ when i physically can’t do either of those things. like i would loveeeeeee to walk to the bathroom without fear i’m going to fall and injure myself. i would love to move even two inches without injuring myself. but okay <3

[pulpkale]

i need him so bad. i want to do his laundry, i want to sit behind him in a big bathtub and gently wash his hair, i want to make him coffee in the morning before he’s awake, i want to fall asleep with my hand on his chest, feeling it rise and fall with his breath, i want to hear him sing in the shower from the other room. i want him i want him

[funkydiscoplays]

okay chat time to weigh in on what i should do with my day!

[nyct-o-phobia]

Gregory Maguire seeing one sentence of dialogue between the wicked witch and Glinda and writing a whole gay affair about it and I am channeling this same energy for Charllow purposes

[helenabymcr]

the only time I feel like a real person is when someone tells me they miss me.

[ask-valentino-anything]

hey, val~ first off, why are you so gorgeous? *wink wink* buuut that's not the case i was wondering if you maybe need someone to help with the scripts 'cuz honestly looking at your.. products whoever writes it aren't even trying~

//🐈

Mmm~ hello~ I simply wake up gorgeous I’m afraid. Yes, that piece of shit doesn’t even try. I have to tell my employees to improvise all the fucking time, but do tell me, gorgeous~ what things can you do~? What scenes do you have in mind~? I can’t just hire with no proof, doll~

[cats-in-the-clouds]

my sister got engaged and we’re all really happy for her but my bitter rain cloud of a dad (who naturally she told last) is giving her a bit of passive aggressive grief about it despite her boyfriend being like the best man of our generation (presumably either because he’s not catholic or because my dad sees them as young dumb unemployed people who aren’t ready for marriage or because he’s mad he barely has any real love with his own wife or something). so like pray for us? i wish i knew what to do

[fail-eacan]

The feeling of knowing that where you’re going is worse than where you are and choosing it anyway

Is this something people know? Is it only me that gets so hooked on it

On the high of free-falling to new lows you could easily have avoided

That feeling somewhere that’s tight inside of you and reminds you of trauma but in a dream way, and you stare at the fire and don’t really see it but you can almost feel the heat and it does something to you

One step away from yourself, twelve from your surroundings

The control is delirious

The choice to have no choice

Hacking away at your alternatives one by one

Every so often you find a base for yourself to leap from

A movie a book a song or an idea

It fills up your mind like a drug, its compulsive nature should scare you but you take its hand and walk beside it as a friend

you see its beauty just like what you see in the rest of them. Nobody understands how beautiful it is to be controlled like that, how powerful and magical and special that is, even if it kills you or makes you wish you were dead.

How did we get here from there when there were so many ways to turn back along the road

Could you stop? If you truly desired to?

Are you actually fearless or do you just pretend because you know your choice is an illusion and you may as well have have wings while you fall

Or do you pretend to be trapped because you know just how much you’re choosing to risk

And just how much it will hurt if you loose what is left

[phantom-does-a-thing]

I’m sure if I went back to treating things like normal, they would go back to normal. But things have felt so bad that I don’t think I’ll be able to go back to normal no matter how much the absence hurts.

[bumpscosity]

I need to post abt this ride and I swear video doesn’t do it justice you watch this and probably think “wow I bet you get some fun airtime :D” which is a complete understatement there are no seatbelts meaning you’re literally in the air most of the ride just straight up flying

[snowfizzle]

I’m not even in the splash zone my wip:s bathe in comma juice

@lowexpectationscentral

There was a spill at the comma factory and my WIP was right in the splash zone, oh no, oh my God, my sentences are drowning in commas, help.