#im not sane

[imkinddassus]

Camping (8/8)

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(If y'all don't know catnap signed, he signed "yes")

[iitsarss]

╰ㅤ₊ㅤ๋࣭ㅤreader x gr13f3r　 sorry　᠀

ꔛ word count: 684⠀╱⠀unestablished relationship + player reader 。

(¬_¬")⠀⠀⠀note,more on the end ⠀╱⠀tw: mention of sword + violence (MENTION!!)

hi guys my name is ars and today i came back with the milk!! i love this stupid dude sm im not joking i want him so bad...this is...angst...kinda....,,anyways sighh if i had this guy in front of me i would do things i cant say out loud(worship himgrrr) inspired by this song(idk how to put the little one sorryyyy :( )

The Venomshank in his hand was slipping as Griefer stared at you, a whirlwind of emotions crashing through him. How could he even think about doing this? Was he completely out of his mind? Maybe. Maybe his dad was right when he told him to stop everything just minutes before. Stop the chaos. Stop all of this.

Griefer couldn’t tear his eyes away from you. You looked absolutely stunning, even with a sword pointed at his throat. Strange, wasn’t it? How he could find beauty in this moment of tension and heartbreak.

Finally, the Venomshank clattered to the floor, the sound hollow as it echoed in the room, just as the tears started to form in his eyes. He was a jerk, wasn’t he? He had to be. The look in your eyes—it was different now. The first time he saw you, there was something there. Strength, maybe? Bravery? He couldn’t quite put his finger on it back then. But now? Now your eyes were filled with pity, with sadness. And it killed him inside. 

Maybe it was because those butterflies he felt in his stomach the first time he laid eyes on you weren’t just in his head. He had tried to tell himself it was the voices whispering in his mind, telling him to destroy everything—to destroy you. Break your bones, break your spirit, break you entirely. But could he? He didn’t think he could. No, not anymore. Not with these unfamiliar emotions flooding through him. His sword lay forgotten on the ground, and soon enough, he was on his knees too, crumbling in front of you, lost in the depth of your eyes. He sobbed, and it was pathetic—he felt pathetic.

Still, he crawled toward you, his movements slow, almost hesitant. His trembling hands reached out, grabbing hold of your clothes like a lifeline. His fingers clutched the fabric, his tears soaking through as he began to cry even harder.

"I’M S0RR7… I’M S0RR7…"

Griefer’s voice broke as he repeated the words over and over like a broken record. He wanted to apologize for everything he had done, for all the pain he caused. You deserved that much. His tears soaked into your clothes, and he didn’t even notice when you slowly got down on your knees and wrapped your arms around him. 

He cried harder, burying his face in your neck, his hands still clutching at you as if he were afraid you’d disappear. 

"I'M S0RR7… F0R EVE7YTH1NG… I’M S0RR7, I’M S0RR7…"

But something in him began to calm down as your hands moved through his hair, gently stroking it, soothing him. You whispered that it was alright, and though he wasn’t sure if he could believe it, with you telling him so gently, he started to think—maybe it really was. His heart felt strange, warm in a way that was foreign to him.

When you gently pulled back to look at him, he tried to hide his face in embarrassment, but you wouldn’t let him. You took his cheeks in your hands and gazed into his eyes. And just like that, the pity he feared seeing wasn’t there. Instead, it was something warm, something tender that he didn’t fully understand.

…

When it was all over—after so much crying from both him and his dad—you were preparing to leave, taking the Venomshank with you. Griefer watched you as you moved toward the door, your back to him. He wasn’t sure why, but something inside him panicked at the thought of you walking away. 

Summoning the last bit of courage he had, he moved toward you and gently took your hand. When you turned to face him, the sunlight spilling in through the window made you look almost ethereal, more radiant than ever in his eyes. 

"S0RR7," he whispered one more time, his voice soft but sincere.

You comforted him again, offering a few more words of reassurance. He stood there, staring at you as if you were the light itself, realizing that no matter how bright the sun was, it couldn’t compare to the way you made him feel.

kisses him anyways!! uh this is shit tbh but yeah i love him a lot

[lifelongdiscount]

…Uncovered Austrian, would you believe that this doe eyed beauty committed numerous war crimes? ;)

[brutalischte]

anyone remember cars having lashes ?? we need to bring the era back

cant wait to cuntify my car after getting my license ౨ৎ

[giihzinha]

I will only stop drawing them when Sega makes them interact,,, (no promises)

I'm not normal about them,,, someone save me

[brights-place]

Me: *sobs*

My SANE Friends: Oh what happened?

Me: *points at my hyperfixations and the characters*

Friends: Did something happen between y’all?

Me, whispering: They’re all so pretty.

Friends: What...?

Me: They’re. So. Damn. PRETTY.

[hikkokeka]

Is it ok that I love polyfreaks (idk why, I just... I just.)

[angaynerd]

Replaying witchs heart and reading the books about demons gave me a theory...

Spoilers for Witch's Heart up to Sirius's Conclusion!

In the book, it mentioned that low-level demons are the ones that have a hard time maintaining a proper form, and therefore look like the little demons we grant wishes for around the mansion.

But then, as I was trying to fall asleep today, I realized that the demons of Dorothy and Fiona resemble the low level demons. They don't have a clear, full developed form and are just kind of blobs.

So now I'm sitting here wondering— how the hell is a literal witch not a more powerful demon? At least strong enough to have a human-ish form like other hatred demons (since I'm guessing they are both hatred demons). To that I have 2 possible answers.

1. It's because they are too kind. We all know that demons are all about hatred and negativity, but both Dorothy and Fiona were genuinely good people. So maybe they are not strong because they do not have enough hate in their hearts.

I imagine they wouldn't even be demons if it weren't for their demonic pacts. I'm pretty sure that because Claire broke her pact in Sirius's conclusion, she won't have the same fate.

2. This isn't their true forms. Perhaps they disguised themselves so that Sirius and Claire wouldn't recognize them for... some reason.

Wait no I actually have 2 good possible reasons

a. To not risk triggering Claire's memories.

b. Because Sirius is unhealthily obsessed with Dorothy 😭 He'd probably kill himself just to be with her if he found out she was a demon

So yea maybe they actually have human forms like the other hatred demons. They just lessened their forms so that Sirius and Claire wouldn't recognize them. If my theory is right, we're probably never gonna see their true forms sadly. *Maybe* in Noel's Conclusion. Maybe.

Sorry if this doesn't make sense it's 3 am and I'm bored as hell and can't sleep so... yes. Thank you for listen <3

[moonspirit]

SCREAMING SCREAMING SCREAMING SCREAMING SCREAMING SCREAMING SCREAMING SCREAMING

Just. SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!!

[snowwtrapped34]

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[synoo]

SUFFER ♡

Inspirated by @melocelli syntax edits KAHAKJAJA

I crave for more

[imkinddassus]

Idk man. I just love drawing traditionally

Also highschool ver of catnip and KFC chicken..

Tell me if u wanna see more

(About my comic tho, it's in the making)

[themausoleumprisoner]

j. ja j j HA H H. H H A H H A H AH H. HA HH A.H .AH A.H A HDRMT HJRK GEDA IM GONNA CRY. IM GONNA BALL OUT IM GONNA BREAK DOWN. H H A H H HA HAH . HA H H HHHH. H H A HA H A H HA. HH HA H A H A. HA HA H A.H .AH A.H . H. yugure no tori is exactly what is sounding in my mind at this moment

[diznam]

Send help. I'm drawing scorose in 2023

[queer-in-a-cornfield]

Huey would listen to Rim Tim Tagi Dim

Dewey would listen to Europapa

Louie would listen to The Code

I rest my case.

[vlouette]

I like to tell myself that I'm sane but I'm rereading dear reader at midnight while sobbing into my pillow when I have exams tomorrow