#happy healing as well!!

[weevmo]

Happy Birf @puddingandp1 and Happy Christmas as well!! I only have my sketchbook tonight, but I love your gummy gator Wigglez and there's some bonus Caines!

Have a wonderful celebration!

[hinamie]

congrats on your recovery n all yuuji but unfortunately for you I thought the scars were cool >:/

[girl-that-writes]

Life will get better. You won't be plagued with nightmares in your sleep anymore one day. You won't dread waking up anymore one day. You won't be weighed down by the weight of your regrets one day. You'll be able to enjoy your hobbies without fear one day. You'll have found people who get you, the real you, one day. You'll have let love for yourself back in, one day. It's not so far away, that day. It's waiting for you to meet it. Take the step towards it too. Let no one stop you till you reach it because you deserve what's yours to take.

[raining-at-ease]

[desultory-suggestions]

Instead of choosing an intensive, unrealistic, or punishing goal this New Year ask yourself: What is one simple thing that would enrich my life this new year? Maybe you can do three paintings this year. Maybe you can buy and care for a potted plant. Maybe you can learn to cook one meal exceptionally well. You don't need to push yourself to the brink. Let's stop committing to punishing goals based on insecurity and start asking what will enrich our lives.

[amphibianaday]

day 1765

[positivelypositivethoughts]

[thichnhathanhgems]

[aventurineswife]

Owl Veritas in heat be like lmaoo...🫣👀

This is all your fault ☹️💔 @kaveriahworlddomination115

The room was dimly lit, the faint glow of crystals casting long shadows over the intricate carvings of knowledge etched into the walls. The stillness was oppressive, a tension thick enough to suffocate. You stood there, watching as Veritas—no, Owl—paced like a predator caught in a trap, his hair disheveled, his alabaster mask resting discarded on a table. His eyes, now rimmed with exhaustion and something darker, flicked toward you, then away, as if ashamed of the raw vulnerability simmering beneath his usual sharp confidence.

He was different tonight, and the realization hit you like a blow. The proud, unyielding scholar was unraveling before you, his heat burning through his restraint.

He clenched his fists, his frame trembling as he leaned heavily against the wall, his back turned to you. His breaths were shallow, ragged, as though he were fighting an unseen force clawing at him from the inside. The golden owl-shaped shoulder pieces seemed to gleam mockingly in the dim light, a reminder of the facade he struggled to uphold.

“Leave.” His voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper, laced with a plea he’d never admit aloud.

You flinched but didn’t move. You couldn’t—not when he was like this, not when he was drowning in whatever storm raged within him. You took a tentative step forward, the soft rustle of your clothes breaking the silence.

“Don’t,” he growled, his tone sharper this time, though it lacked conviction.

Ignoring his warning, you closed the distance between you, reaching out to touch his shoulder. He stiffened under your touch, his body a coil of tension.

“I said leave,” he hissed, but his voice cracked, betraying the fragility beneath his command.

You ignored his words, your hand sliding down his arm until it rested on his clenched fist. Slowly, you pried his fingers open, intertwining them with yours. His hand was hot, almost feverish, and you squeezed it gently, grounding him.

He refused to look at you, his gaze fixed on the floor as though it held the answers he sought.

“You don’t have to go through this alone,” you murmured, your voice soft but steady.

He finally turned his head, his eyes meeting yours. They burned with frustration, anger, and something more vulnerable—something raw and unguarded.

Without warning, he pulled you against him, his grip almost bruising as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. His breaths were hot against your skin, his body trembling with the effort to keep himself in check.

The heat radiating from him was unbearable, his need palpable in the way his fingers dug into your waist, the way his lips ghosted over your skin as though seeking permission.

You cupped his face, guiding his gaze to yours. “It’s okay,” you whispered, your thumbs brushing away the dampness at the corners of his eyes.

His lips found yours, desperate and unrelenting, a collision of want and need that left you breathless. His hands roamed, seeking solace in the only way he knew how.

You let him take what he needed, your touch soothing, your whispered reassurances grounding him as he unraveled and rebuilt himself in your arms.

The fire eventually ebbed, leaving him slumped against you, his breaths heavy and uneven. You guided him to the bed, his body pliant as you helped him lie down.

You tended to him, brushing his hair from his damp forehead, wiping the sweat from his skin. He watched you through half-lidded eyes, the edges of his lips curving into something resembling a smile.

“You’re insufferable,” he muttered, his voice weak but tinged with a warmth that made your heart ache.

You smiled, pressing a kiss to his temple. “And you’re stuck with me.”

He sighed, his eyes closing as he finally allowed himself to rest, his hand reaching for yours and holding it tightly as though afraid you’d disappear.

And as you stayed by his side, watching over him, you knew he’d never truly push you away. Not now. Not ever.

Don't read the tags again...🧍‍♀���☹️

[kiindr]

you can be kind and still have strong boundaries in place.

[honestlyitsjustsam]

favourite moments of bg3 -> (9/?)

[morelanaxu]

[girlthatgotawaysdiary]

things to do when you're unhappy

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disclaimer: i'm not a therapist, but i have been through rough times in my life and have decided to share ways I've managed my pain.

#1 cry it out

whenever i felt sad, adults around me always told me to just cry. and this has helped me so much. doesnt matter why youre unhappy, crying it out is the best way to feel better.

#2 brain dump

journal your thoughts and talk about what made you unhappy. and you if you don't want to do that, talk about the things that made you happy during ur day.

#3 rewind. relax.

take a day off of work or school and just sit at home relaxing and taking care of urself (e.g., baths, eating the foods u love, tidying ur environment, etc) just in general have a self-care day, & forgive urself. & remember self-care requires self-love first.

#4 do things u love

hobbies are here to evoke a sense of joy or happiness in your heart, so read that book, play that guitar, or rewatch that movie you loved. do something you love or enjoy, even if it seems silly to u now.

#5 move ur body

this is the most healthy distraction when you're sad or angry, whether it be walking or yoga, its the best way to distract yourself from getting sadder or overthinking.

#6 be grateful

be grateful for what you have now, and don't dwell on what you lost. never live in the past, always look forward!

#7 talk to someone

talking to a therapist or a friend(with their permission in mind) is a great way to feel a sense of security and understanding in your situation. it can seem really uncomfortable at first, but remember that there are people around you who want to help and take care of u.

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[canisalbus]

I've been following you for years, and I love your art. Seeing you repost your older art pieces reminded me how much I loved the angry, bitter, miserable Machete art and how it resonated with me... but a part of me is also so happy to see the current art of him being happy. Cute art of him as a unicorn, or chilling in a bathtub with Vasco. Like, we're all growing and healing :')

[dontfindmeimscared]

ouch

[ruporas]

☀️

[ID: Digital illustration in color of Vash and Wolfwood from Trigun Maximum. It’s two 3 panel comics that illustrates the same sequence. The first focuses on Vash. In the first panel, he’s in a hurried motion with a worried expression. In the second, he’s stopped, huffing a breath out as he’s scanning for Wolfwood (not pictured). In the final panel, he breaks out into a relieved smile, eyes lighting up with warm cheeks.

The second comic focuses on Wolfwood. In the first panel, he’s looking downwards to the right with a cigarette in his mouth, wearing a neutral expression. On his face are notable scratch marks to indicate him being in a fight prior. In the second panel, he turns towards the viewer, lifting his head as he notices Vash (as from the previous sequence). In the final panel, he smiles warmly with teeth and holds up a peace sign. END ID]

[ID: Sketchy black and white drawings of Vash and Wolfwood, continuing off the comic. Wolfwood’s back is to the viewer while Vash’s profile can be seen, now by Wolfwood’s side. He has a bright smile as he says to Wolfwood, “You’re safe!” Wolfwood responses, bearing a grin too, “Who do ya think yer talking to? ‘Course I am. Look, I got them alive.” He points to two figures who are tied up and have comically large head bumps. Vash looks to them with an uncertain expression as he says, “Oh! You did, huh… Are you sure they’re alive?” Wolfwood, with a more irritated expression, responds “What, didn’t think I could do it?” Vash says, “No, no! I knew you could!” and pats Wolfwood on the cheek and his head comfortingly. END ID]