#hope i don’t bother with this lol

[akkivee]

one of the craziest bat bars like actually

[canaryarrow]

How it feels being a Kuai Liang Girlie™️ in these trying times

[angesaurus]

Another kid took home Gavin’s bass by mistake.

[what-the-fuck-khr]

GOOD NEWS EVERYBODY IM BACK I HAVE ANSWERS so we looked at my teeth etc and I’m not gonna die of sepsis bc despite all the shit my toothache caused me there’s no infection. so what was it, Bronwyn? good question!

wisdom teeth

[wireboy]

days without crying over them counter: 0

[jerseymuppet]

my bar for if i really consider someone a friend is based of if i will just randomly, completely unprompted go into our dms and ramble about what fucking ever.

[camping-with-monsters]

🪷The Woman of Geese🪷

A piece that’s, admittedly, very different than my usual work. I’m trying to gain some confidence in drawing more figure based works, and the likes of artistic nudity.

I took a bit of a “renaissance” inspiration for this. While I’m likely far from the colors, I think I had the right idea with the articulation and overall setting and mood, even if there are still some imperfections to this work.

I was originally super nervous to post it, but generally speaking, there’s nothing that’s too incredibly awkward about it, and perhaps I’m just a little paranoid that people will be weird about it.

Regardless, I’m still pleased with the result :)

[eastofedean]

Hello, I just wanted to say that I really like your blog. I am new on tumblr and I was wondering if you know any good blogs to follow?

Hey anon!

Thanks!

I don’t know many of them personally, but I do have some mutuals I treasure and/or blogs I frequently interact with:

@/casboobs, @/turtles-on-turts, @/professuntothelord, @/saintedcastiel, @/naughtystiel, @/forestofsprites

[parkersgnome]

I can’t stand people who shit on introverts.

[overtake]

https://x.com/Maxpla1ning/status/1738186139259851126?s=20

your gifs are there if i'm not wrong right?

Mine along with several other gif makers on here, yeah. It’s very funny when twitter users steal gifs because they are sized for tumblr (which already forces them to be lower quality than what’s possible bc of 1. the ideal gif width to avoid them being super compressed on here and 2. actual file size restrictions), and when they get reposted again to twitter, they look sooo much worse on there. f1twt is just 80% stolen tumblr & reddit content, rage baiting for attention, and weirdo discourse about wags. what a place.

[leefi]

itchy tooth all day. constant runny nose & cough continuing on 5 days after I recovered from my cold. ears feeling plugged/high-pressure and popping (then getting replugged again) over the past week. haven’t heard things around me properly in days. I’m about to bite into someone

[francisforever2014]

very few things annoy me as much as a victim complex. ofc i have empathy for people that feel like the entire world is out to get them like i’ve been there and still feel that way somethings ofc but people who are just convinced that everything is a personal slight to them and that everybody else has malice lacing their every action just . are not pleasant after a point

[rainecreatesstuff]

just texted like all my friends my therapist would be so proud

[akkivee]

what’s really funny is that if kr doesn’t bother defining this meeting, that would mean not only is juto making doppo crossdress to bait a costumed perv their canon meeting, but that would bring arb into the realm of canonicity lol

[sharpstake]

Honestly I’m going to give First Comes Love’s whole jealousy thing a chance because I think the only point where it would turn personally uncomfortable for me, is an narratively unchallenged and active sabotage of Rebecca. If it’s more of a “I feel jealous yeah but I’m more trying to demonstrate to Blake how much we’re still alike in the hopes that maybe they might make a different choice” or even a recantation of sabotage after a character arc , that’s an angle I personally enjoy in slice of life more. Character arc about that sabotage or not sabotage at all are my two preferred options ig but we’ll see how it goes

[thefirstimagifabricator]

that art I just rbed linked back to this so. here I am again. and I have some Thoughts that just happened so ima share them bc. I want to

so I have two sets of thoughts. first one is actually the second I thought of while looking at this post but is smth from ~10 minutes before (re-)seeing it so. putting that first—

btw this first one is. less orv and kinda more general and personal lol (though not in terms of info and shite—I’m not doxxing myself or oversharing trauma or wtv lmao 💀)

just. the first sentence of the second paragraph here. “the moment you love a story it becomes immortal, neverending.” it reminded me of the thought process I had like ten minutes ago, that was about how just. I love stories so so much and. wait actually lemme backtrack slightly—stories are immortal so long as they’ve been told and remembered; they’re the things that carry through time, the ones we haven’t forgotten even over millennia—and that’s why I want to read them (or watch them or wtv) and why I want to write them, because I want to remember, and I want to be remembered. but then I was thinking about all the forgotten stories, and it made me sad—but then I also thought that, if they’ve been told, and people have listened, then they’ve made an impact, haven’t they? they left a mark, a portion of influence, even if seemingly not very large. and so they’re immortalized in the passage of time, in their impact, in how they affected people and their emotions and how they thought about things and did things and what things they did—that all cannot be removed from the process of time; it is there forever, and therefore is immortal.

second thought thing!! this is also kinda personal, a bit more so than the first, but also more directly orv-related lol. though it’s also a lot longer and, tbh, kinda darker, and also I think less coherent and more ramble-y so ima put it under a cut I think—

so I. I am a kdj kinnie lol—but really what I mean when I say that is that I see myself in him, and himself in me—but it’s like looking into the deep end of a pool from a shallower area, and it’s like you somehow swam to where you are from somewhere nearer to that deep end without realizing you were doing so most of the time. looking back and realizing now how you’d been drowning without being aware, having not even ever really taken a breath of air, or not enough of them to get the taste of it, and not enough to miss it—and all the points where you finally caught a lungful of it, but also where you were thrown deeper, and the pain burning in your lungs screaming for air that wasn’t within reach—seeing now how you’ve found close companions along the way and helped each other in your journey, if even just as motivation to chase each other and continue onwards most of the time—and knowing how some days and some weeks and sometimes months you still slip deeper, you trip, your head goes beneath the surface, and you flounder.

but you see all this. and you look back. and you see another. and they look just like you, and their path is quite similar, but more ragged, and deeper, further beneath the surface most of the time, shoved there by forces he couldn’t control. and you want to reach out, to guide him gently along to reach where you are now, but you can’t reach him, can’t touch him, can speak to him no matter how hard you try. so all you can do is hope for his sake.

I think I also still see his flaws in myself, the habits we share that I curse him for and yet, hypocritically, still persist in—and yet we are also different in not just overall scope and depth of the ‘water’ we’re trapped in, but how far we’ve come and how much we’ve changed—I kin Kim Dokja because he reminds me of myself, yet the recognition of our similarities leads me further and further from him, ironically.

so I think what I’m saying, in relation to the original post, is that Kim Dokja has helped to teach me how to drag myself along and continue to live, but largely in how he’s taught me not to do so, or rather, called attention to things I’ve already learned not to do for that…and people may say that then it doesn’t make sense for me to kin him, as he is a cautionary tale to me—which would make sense, except he isn’t such; all that most separated the circumstances and occurrences of his life from mine were just that—circumstances set up by incidents which he had no control over, not really, things that could happen to anyone but happened to all happen to him—a collection of tragedies set up by chance.

orv and its core message being: live, even if you must claw your way out of the grave and even if you must burn every page of this book to keep you warm. you can consume us to sustain you through the winter and we will still be there when spring arrives.

the moment you love a story it becomes immortal, neverending. take it. take all of it. we don't mind.