#and now i shall go back to sleep

[fearandhatred]

thank you one and all for bearing with me through my insane david tennant breakdown last night. i am happy to announce that i am not better now

[spielzeugkaiser]

Okay, I have watched Blood Origins and I will probably say more about it some other time, but.

I mean- I'M-

[ucannotkillmeinawaythatmatters]

after 27 hours in a single week alone, I have finished my playthrough of disco elysium. my life is forever changed

[piningpercussionist]

kim doodles! mostly based off comic panels, if it wasn't obvious

[crimsyoko]

TW BUG MASK

This was a render test I did on my phone 🪲✨

I’m returning to my Trigun Stampede arc, so sorry LMK peeps 😔 (I’m kidding btw I’ll still be here), but fr thou I can feel my hyperfixation slowly dying again

So we got the JTTW book started so I can read more :3

[icewindandboringhorror]

Misc. photos from the past year or so ~

[rawliverandgoronspice]

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[keeps-ache]

Who’s your favourite oc to draw :3

Ohhh that's a hard one... some designs are just easier to draw but others i Really like the character so..... easy answer, oath bhfvsh :3

[majomatoya]

the ffxiv fandom is deader than ultima thule 😭😂

[ereborne]

✨⚡️ Seven(ish) Sentence Sunday ⚡️✨

Tagged by @acountrygirlsfun (a couple times by now, though not actually this most recent time, but I figure it still counts!) Thank you, Caitlin <3 <3 <3

Helix took a deep breath in, counted four flashes of the desperate direct-@ lights coming in from his side chat panels, and breathed out.  His voice came out steady, and miraculously casual.  "We understand why you did it. You were trying to keep our brothers safe." He watched Harp's eyes go wide at the 'our' brothers. Like he hadn't expected the rest of them to claim the Corries. Because he'd been hiding from them just like from the longnecks, he had falsified his— Deep breath in. Two flashes, no time for longer, leave no silence for Harp to panic in.  Breathe out. Keep going. 

This is not seven sentences, but it's also largely not complete sentences anyway, and it is literally what I just seconds ago finished writing. Still counts!

No-pressure tagging uhhh @ialpiriel, @goingsparebutwithprecision, @anaclastic-azurite, anybody else who might want to play?

[teddybeartoji]

i have two objectives for tomorrow and i want to do exactly Neither of them😐😐😐😐😐

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[altruistic-meme]

1600 words tonight!!! hell yeah!!! let's fucking go!!!!!!!!

and because we all know i get wayyy too excited when writing and want to share everything: here is a short excerpt from those 1600 words :)

[breitzbachbea]

"What if the reader misinterprets that" sucks for them. You cannot let your desire to stand on a soapbox ruin your art.

[monty-glasses-roxy]

Oh yeah uh. No I didn't get the Chica design stuff done yesterday I got absorbed in the maths of horses on car parks. Uhhh sorry?

If things go well, I may start offering doodle requests for good reference pictures of Mazercise though so we have that to look forward to I guess lmao

[milo-is-rambling]

I feel your death under my skin no matter how much I try to bleed it out of me. I see you in your hospital bed. You died suddenly and without reason. They told us symptoms but no cause. Heart attack and Seizures. Respirators and IVs. Hospital bed. Grief rots my organs one by one. I feel it in my stomach as I picture your corpse and lose my lunch. I feel my liver bubbling sick as I spend my days pouring one drink, then another, then another. My lungs ache from the smoking but I can’t stop myself anymore. I lived the nightmare and still don’t feel it. I’m in denial. I’m a sorry excuse for a survivor. I imagine mom hovering over my corpse instead. There was no freak accident, there was no car crash, there was no where to seek revenge. His body failed him when he needed it most. Just as my body will do to me. One day I will die by my own hand, either through suicide or medical emergency. I can feel my body and my mind shutting down, I’m tugging imaginary IVs from my arms and signing myself out of the hospital. I refuse to heal and I can’t tell why. Life is giving me a second chance and I can’t help but plunge the knife into my chest again even if there’s no one else to stitch me back up. I’m just left sobbing and tucking intestines back into place in the dark. I can’t stop seeing you dead every time I close my eyes. I feel the rot deep within me. There is no way to get you back. I see no way to fix myself magically. I must heal to survive but I cannot stomach the process. I still can’t accept that you’re dead and yet it’s all I think about. Will this ever feel real? Will it ever have been real? Have I been rotting alone from the very start? Am I still alone now? Will I get out of here alive? How much longer can I do this?