#enjoying solitude

[xazafranx]

[ "𝘚𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨" ]

[cinnamonchaos]

Everything has changed and yet, I am more me than I have ever been.

"Your life will be wonderful because you will make it wonderful, and it will be full of love because you are full of love."

"Be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars; you deserve to be here." - Aurealia Plath

"A joy it will be one day, perhaps, to remember even this."

"It's time to forgive my hands for being hands. I'm going to hate myself a little less tomorrow. I'm going to hate myself a little less tomorrow."

"In order to love who you are, you cannot hate the experiences that shaped you."

You haven't lost who you are, you're just different now. And that's okay.

"It's not an evil thing to look at yourself with kindness. Your life was never meant to be a punishment."

[rassebers]

What the!

[gaykamenridermemes]

[pumpkinfox]

Woah, another art dump :>

I wanted to make drawing Builderman(Hatred) easier for me to I did this to bro because I keep seeing it a lot in the server so why not :>

Some of the bros interacting with the camera man or just doing their own thing. Wonder who put that banana there, totally wasn't me :>

[uh body horror but its MSPaint in 5 minutes below so its not that much :| ]

Yes I am well aware of that one block tales story and I want to draw it in a comic style but cant due to other works and already workin on a current comic + permission from the original person who wrote said BT story. so until that I draw snippets :>

Oh yuh uh incase you haven't heard of it or read it here da link: Rewrite Our Fate || Block Tales Fanfic

[quotelr]

Go slow, my life, go slow. Let me enjoy the beauty of silence, serenity, and solitude.

Debasish Mridha

[hime-bee]

Does leumin prefer the country side or city life? More yan stuff in the rural or quiet wine country. 🍷

Wine 🍷 anon in the room

Hello, dear 🍷 anon, good to have ya! owo Honestly, Leu spent most of his life in the city, so that's what he's used to (not that he prefers all the loud and bustling activity, though). He enjoys the convenience of having all the stores and whatnot around him as well. Still, I think if he went to live in the countryside, he would enjoy that more! A nice, secluded two story home with him and his darling... It's perfect 💙

[savingsallow]

— this kid must've been a niffler in her past life

[silverskye13]

There’s a saying: Character is what you are in the dark. Its meaning is simple. Anyone can be a hero when the world is watching. When the world isn’t, when you could get away with murder or mercy and it wouldn’t matter, when there is no one to point and judge… that matters. That is the measure of your humanity. 

Helsknight is sharpening his sword. He has been sharpening his sword, alone in his home, for over an hour. It was already sharp when he started. The edge hasn’t seen enough wear to be anything but. It’s been days since his last bout in the Colosseum. He made a ruthlessness of himself there, in front of hundreds -- thousands of people. He shouldn’t have done that. He remembered the showrunner criticizing him as he fled down the steps into the cells below.

“You could have at least tried to put on a show, Hels!”

He hated when people called him that. Hels. It felt… wrong. The place, hels, was the pit of everything left behind and unwanted. Stuck in some facsimile of the nether, inhabited by the dark unvirtues of a thousand different worlds. The place, hels, wasn’t even important enough to warrant a capital letter. It was a proper noun wasn’t it? A place. Calling it hels made it feel like something lesser, made it feel like a nonplace. Not the World, land. Not a God, deity. Not a living Hels. 

He was knighted for a reason. 

Knighthood puts a lot of stake by character. Doesn’t matter what kind, really, as long as it follows rules, and Helsknight is good at following rules. Putting order to the universe feels… nice. Like scratching an itch. That’s another good saying: scratching an itch. An itch on the skin is so easy to underestimate. It’s just an itch, until you can’t scratch it. Then it’s agony. Then it’s skin crawling off skin crawling off sinew and bone. An itch can be anything. It can be an allergy, an insect, a mortality. Once his only warning before a respawn in the Colosseum was the itch that told him a hit to the back of his head had gone through his skull instead of skipping off his helm. The itch had been blood running down his neck, before realization and void. Finding order felt like that; the itch from a trickle of blood, felt like scratching the itch and mending the wound.

It’s an interesting exercise in restraint, not scratching an itch. It’s also an exercise in madness, futility, and pain. The itch gets uncomfortable until it hurts. Sometimes it spreads. Your body twitches. You start to convince yourself you’ve never known what it's like to live itchless. You start to feel empathy for people that you’ve never met -- those mystical people with skin diseases or allergic reactions or plant rashes. You start to wonder if pain is really, actually the worst thing you can inflict on someone.

Sometimes, Helsknight itches underneath his skin. That is real madness. An itch so deep even peeling your skin can’t scratch it. 

Helsknight takes his sword off the whetstone, holds it up to a lantern to inspect it. The blade is sharp. The netherite is pristine. The enchantments glitter. He tosses it none-too-gently to the floor, listening to the ringing clatter as it tumbles across the floor. One of the tiles chips and goes plinking off like a dropped penny. The netherite stays sharp. It’s a good sword, the kind that feels indestructible. He was told once by a smith that a good netherite sword with the right enchantments can cut through iron like a knife through butter.

Helsknight always has a sharp sword. It’s expected of him. It isn’t a knight’s expectation, not really. Knights do more law keeping in hels than the lawmen, and less dangerously. There’s something to be said about a person in plate armor. No, people just expected Helsknight to have teeth. He couldn’t blame them, when he reacted the way he did on the Colosseum floor. Temperamental people have teeth, get dangerous, and bite. Even people who like him treat him like he’s rabid, only docile and slow right before the lunge. He doubted any of them had ever really seen what a rabid animal is like. Uncanny. Or maybe they had, and that was why they tiptoed like that. Maybe he is uncanny. 

Helsknight stands and runs his hands through his hair. He doesn’t like sleeping in this house. It’s too quiet. That’s why he’s awake, sharpening his sword, but it doesn’t feel right staying in the Colosseum cells. Unwelcome. People talk about him, or they don’t. It’s hard to tell. People just kind of… fall silent. Paranoia dictates they’re talking about him. A rabid animal itching in its skin longs to bite and spread the disease. They watch him like he’s about to bite.

He doesn’t know how to smile, put them at ease. It feels weird on his face. Besides, it’s not expected. Helsknight doesn’t smile. When he does, surely it's a bad thing. Helsknight doesn't talk. When he does, he must be angry. Helsknight carries a sharpened sword. If he doesn't, something is wrong. Helsknight is. Hels isn’t. 

Helsknight was knighted for a reason. He’s good at following rules.

Helsknight crosses to his lantern and turns out the light. In the dark, he stands alone in an empty room, listening to the world outside, and suddenly very aware of the sword he’s sharped and cast away so carelessly on the floor. He could stand here forever and it wouldn’t matter.

Outside, a group of people laugh uproariously as they walk down the street. It’s night in hels, or a late hour at least. They sound happy. They talk so easily to each other, conversations rolling around hiccups and stutters of joy, rivers running. There truly is still water in hels, nether or not. There’s an itch under Helsknight’s skin.

There’s a saying: Character is what you are in the dark. Its meaning is simple. Anyone can be a hero when the world is watching. When the world isn’t, when you could get away with murder or mercy and it wouldn’t matter, when there is no one to point and judge… that matters. That is the measure of your humanity.

In the dark, Helsknight wonders if he even exists.

[midnights-wish]

this one probably sounds a little selfish but i want someone to be in love with me

[its0you]

[dye-it-rouge-et-noir]

"For particularly important things, it's always more reassuring to write them down like this." - Zhang Beihai

[ID in alt text]

[monophobix]

charles ‘big boobs’ smith vs arthur ‘fat ass’ morgan

[catholic-paladin]

I think my "date" who had previously only seen me dolled up for church, was a bit off put to meet me at my camp in the woods and see me dressed in rough linen trousers and fur hat, with no makeup, and a pistol strapped to my hip. Sorry but if you can't appreciate me at my primal feral best, you don't deserve me at my cleaned up Sunday best.

[starreo]

sometimes i feel lonely, even when i'm surrounded by friends. and sometimes i feel happy, even when i'm all alone.

it's all okay. it's fine. it's nothing to be scared of.

[iggy-gotthisaccountunderduress]

they should invent a Being Alone that includes People