#mmmk???

[rubyklaasje]

Happy Birthday | Severance | Burving

[tseecka]

Jayce has always loved his hands, is the thing. They’re big, strong; well-shaped. There are callouses on the pads at the base of his fingers, rough and raised, the skin there deadened to sensation from hours of grasping rough-hafted tools, from cranking on the handles of the bellows. There are scars along his fingers, on the backs of his hands; errant embers from the forge landing on bared skin, places where a chisel glanced off of unshaped slag or where a delicate screwdriver slipped from the head and stuck into his hand instead. He’s always been proud of them, the story they tell of him, his life,, his origins. Talis hands.

He hates them now. Useless, ugly, indelicate things. He stares at them, stomach churning. He turns them over, eyes darting from callous to scar, tracing the deep-cut lines along his palms, follows the heart line all the way over to the back of his hand, to where a star-shaped mark sits pale on the rise of his first knuckle. He balls them into fists, watching the tawny skin turn to white as the bone presses up against it; clenches tighter, tighter, nails biting into his palms, until his eyes squeeze shut and he has to bow his head. He digs the knuckles into his eye sockets, hating, hating, hating. It’s a writhing twisting seething thing inside of him, this hate, this disgust. How prideful, Talis. How prideful to believe that these hands could change the world, could do anything worth doing, could make even the smallest solitary difference.

Wetness slides along the creased skin between his curled-in forefinger and his thumb. He doesn’t know if it’s blood welling up from his palm, or tears squeezing out from his eyes. Does it even matter?

“Useless”, he mutters to himself, lifting his head just enough to drop it back down, knocking stars into the blackness behind his eyelids. “Fucking useless.” He lifts his head again, this time bringing his forehead to rest against the heels of his hands, elbows digging into his thighs. His fingers unclench, just enough to rake back through his hair, then curl again, gripping tight. The thing is that he has always used his hands to solve his problems. Well, his hands and his mind, sure, but—it’s the hands that bear the weight, that lift and carry, that solve, that take up the pen and sketch out the thoughts in his mind, that bring to fruition his thoughts and dreams and plans, and right now they might as well be lumps of clay on the ends of his arms for all the good they can do. He can’t fight this away. He can’t work this problem with forge and anvil, can’t beat it out of formless slag into something beautiful and clean, can’t lift it away—can’t lift it’s weight off of—it just keeps bearing down, heavier and heavier, crushing his lungs, his spine, his--

As though to punctuate his racing thoughts, there is a sudden rattling inhale from the bed. It sounds like condemnation. Jayce lets his fingers wrench tighter into his hair, lets the pain in his scalp land like a punishment, because that’s all his useless hands can do with this. His breath catches, panicked, in the back of his throat, choking more tears out of his eyes as he listens to Viktor’s laboured breathing. What good is it, any of it—what good are his hands, with all their callouses, with all their strength, what good is he if he can’t even do this one thing? He’s not a healer and he knows that, knows that he can’t expect to have the final answer to this, but—something, there has to be something he could do, and weeks of late or even sleepness nights has revealed nothing.

Viktor is in pain, is dying, and there is nothing Jayce and his Talis hands can do.

[starzgaze]

Hellaw how are youuuu 🌚🌚

Its been so long- but... Kitty woo won't smack my glass of water or biting me right? Since he fck up my plant, like my cat does that on a daily basis. 😞👊🏻

Anyway.. big hug for u and your idea and everything about u 🫂🫂

~🐟

🐟 NONNIE HI HI HAIII IM HUGGING U AND JUMPING U HIIII

oh please kitty jinwoo is like unpredictable... you don't know when is he gonna plot his next incident. the last one was you coming home to your plants absolutely demolished and jinwoo is his small cat form that obviously had dirt on his fur and fucking face, you had to scold your cat like a mother does to a toddler.

anyway he might actually just push off a glass of waterr off the counter or bite you if you have your eyes set on something else that isn't him, (not so) little kitty is pretty jealous when it comes to his owner.

like how dare you have another cat on your phone that isn't him? to hell your excuse that it's just a tiktok video, it doesn't help that you might be finding another cat to love and care for and jinwoo can't have that. your soft and gentle care is only his and his only.

anyways sometimes whenever you go to work, your co-workers would worry over you whenever they catch some bite marks all over your body and ask if you're doing alright at home. you chuckle at these instances because you answer with 'oh! it's just my cat don't worry' and they would give you a weird look because the hell you mean it's just your cat, what cat leave bitemarks that's almost as big as a human??

i mean it's true because jinwoo would deadass drape over you and get all cuddly and cute like a lovey dovey cute kitty before getting real close to you, your eyes trailing his almost god-like features. jinwoo is just infuriatingly so handsome and it doesn't help the pair of fluffy cat ears adds to his charm.

the moment would be interrupted when you feel a fucking nip on your hand when jinwoo sneakily brought your wrist to his mouth and bit it. the scene after that ended with jinwoo having a victorious toothy smile and you smacking him repeatedly.

I actually have more stuff for kitty woo and some other characters in my drafts im jsut.... IM JUST FINISHING THE FIRST ONE I SWEAR I'LL GET IT OUT

[just-norn-things]

Every month I swear that THIS TIME I'm not gonna wuss out and not post any art, and every month...ya know.

Anyway, I hope I got his eyeliner right.

Hass belongs to @soulbeastdragon

[tangerinequeen19]

oh god.

[oops-prow-did-it-again]

pikmin,,,

[sashartiist]

“The Kiss”

Mine and @chiliconcomics dnd characters! Miserable (at the moment) lesbians, who will have a happy ending, mark my words. These two live rent free in my heart and head 🥰

[w1ng-gl0ss]

Man now im thinking abt stories where a character changes for someone they love, but in NON ROMANTIC settings

Bc dont get me wrong i LOVE when a character changes for the better for a romantic interest or partner

But older siblings picking themselves up and getting better to take care of a younger sibling is so underrated. A friend changing for the better because they don’t want to drag the rest of their friends down with them. A parent changing for the better to take care of a kid they just met. I NEED more content like that and if i have to make it myself i WILL.

Anyways, totally definitely unrelated im writing a fic rn

[angstfactory]

@grayson-smith

December 3rd. Forty years old.

"You're paying for this, right?" Neylani asked her brother as she finished putting in a fancy breakfast order of things she always wanted to try and yet hadn't gotten around to it for one reason or another. Never any good one, anyway. Maybe she was entering her midlife crisis phase or maybe it was all coincidence, but lately the sheriff had been actively working to strike off things on her 'to-do' list.

What was she wasting her time for? She was forty now. She wasn't going to get any younger. There were movies she wanted to see, food she'd like to try. Countless places to visit.

"I'm too depressed to reach my wallet," she claimed, with a faint smile at the corner of her lips. "And also, one wrong move from me might cause me to throw my back out now or something. I'm sure you wouldn't want that." Despite how bittersweet this all was, Ney aimed to keep herself in as good a mood as she could. It was too funny to play up the whole 'old maid' factor and annoy her brother a bit.

[queenwille]

should we… ✨HALL OF FAME✨?!

[makkie-is-screaming]

my brother saying I used to be a girly girl n I was like not really n he said “well u had long hair” ???

[9hels-a]

shadowheart with white hair, like if you agree

[scatmaan]

the boys are not on good terms anymore v_v

[hottdoggblogg]

[ragingsands]

> what is holding you back?

the inability to see the good in yourself, therefore relying on others to provide it for you

your heart is so full for the people you love. it's sweet, but you've now forgotten how to care for yourself. you only seem to see great things in the people around you. they're wonderful, and you... you don't like what you're seeing in yourself, right? you need to be reminded that you're enough. that you're talented. that you're worthy. that's partly the reason why you reach out so much. you need to hear it from the lips of someone "better" than you. but afterwards, it makes you feel even more guilty and upset. you feel like your actions are self absorbed. you're aiming for perfection because you see it in others. you're failing to see the flaws in everyone else. i promise, you're no monster. i could say this again and again, but will you believe me when i say you need to find it out for yourself?

tagged by: snagged this for the fun of it from the tl tagging: @tundraecho, @valour-bound, @ubcs, @alphateamsfinest

[cithaerons]

oh happy new years everyone