#no i havent stabbed myself doing this

[meow-minola]

You've heard of multi tools and Swiss army knives, get ready for:

The multi-tool bun!

(Not pictured: the screwdriver on the other side of my head)

[skitskatdacat63]

"From triumph to failure is but one step."

+ the usual

I love when I can include paper sketches in the process gif. It's very satisfying to see it progress from a very vague imagining of what was in my head to the finished project.

+ version without text

My favorite sketch was definitely the one where I actually put in words what it's supposed to convey. I wouldn't usually write that down, cause it's all in my head, but it was useful to do so when sending it to other people. I'll go into it more but here it is just as a teaser:

Lmao first of all, I like how I was teasing "Spanish GP" art, but as per usual, it's just thinly veiled au art. IM SORRY, I'M NOT INTERESTED IN MAKING GENERAL POSTERS, THAT'S NO FUN! So instead you will get weirdly relevant matador au art. I like it a lot though, I was really shocked I was able to draw 3 different Fernandos, I mean even drawing one figure takes a lot out of me, but this was weirdly easy?? I think it's just the effect of not being burnt out anymore, and actually being able to draw with more ease makes me feel like a god.

Okay, so the text: "Fight or Flight?" I'll be honest, I don't even remember why I chose it, literally came to me in a vision 😭 But I think it's fitting with the narrative of this piece. Is it better to keep going on, keep fighting, or better to finally give up, and flee? Not that I even remotely think he should give up, but I feel like sometimes I can sense him pondering this very question. That was the big fear before he announced that he re-signed. Keep fighting and maybe, just maybe, you'll get the chance to finally go up against the bull again. Or accept it's an uphill battle and the fighting is going to keep getting more and more strenous, and maybe it's time to put down the sword. SORRY THIS IS SO ANGSTY FOR WHAT'S SUPPOSED TO BE "yayyyy home race!!!" Please forgive me <3

I. Renault

At some point, someone pointed out to me that I had drawn all other iterations of matador Fernando with a sword, except for Renault Fernando, and that ended up feeling very poignant to me. In a bull fighting match, they really only pull out the sword at the last minute to deliver the killing blow. So I think it's important to never draw this Fernando with a sword, because it shows the unfailing confidence and stability he has at that point. He only needs to pull out the sword at the end, as a formality almost, there's no reason for him to keep his guard up at all times.

II. Ferrari

Meanwhile this Fernando, he's considering his sword like he hasn't had to in the past. He's checking the sharpness, making sure in advance he can do what needs to be done. He's on guard, he feels like he needs to keep up his defenses at all times because he doesn't have that same amount of trust and stability anymore. He knows though he will be up against the (red) bull, at least that's never in question. At least there's the assurance he'll get the chance to fight.

III. Aston

Oh, Aston Fernando....He doesn't know whether to take up his sword or finally put it down for the last time. While at least Ferrari Fernando knows he's on constant guard against the bull, this Fernando doesn't even have that assurance anymore. He feels like he can never put down the sword, just in case he gets the chance to strike the killing blow on the bull, which feels like it's growing more and more unlikely.

Spanish flag: ? Lmao this was meant to be something to celebrate Fernando's home race and it turned very introspective whoops. Also got the Napoleon quote in there hahaha, can't escape it!! Shame though there is no French gp anymore, if so I'd probably draw an unhinged thing for it :,(

[mysicklove]

gojo, babe, stop being dramatic. just bc i leave for a couple of days doesn't mean you can pretend to be dead for my attention :/

[orcelito]

My druid has "fuckboy" written all over her

[teknikolor-walters]

Things it feels like college is required for:

- job that isn't grocery store employee

- not wanting to kill yourself 24/7

- parent's respect and pride

- not being consumed by loneliness

[the-gayest-sky-kid]

like im just saying they should invent a family that doesn't make you want to kill yourself

[itadore-you]

currently in a mood (probably period induced) and it makes me sad bc i am missing so much on the dash and im not in the state to watch the new jjk episode i just kinda want to be an icky little puddle and sleep for three days then go on a writing spree afterwards or something idk

[stuck-in-the-ghost-zone]

if anyone needs me i will be rewatching trigun 98 and tristamp over and over until my brain explodes

[akireu-13]

finally did the math and i have/will be working 65 hours in one week lol, average of 9hrs per day, which is more time than i spend sleeping

not counting the time i spend travelling, which would make it ~73, which means an average of 10hrs every day

could pick up a shift tomorrow and make it 71 (80 with travel)

[thatoneluckybee]

i’m over 5'5 / i wear glasses or contacts / i have blonde hair / i often wear sweatshirts / i prefer loose clothing over tight clothes / i have one or two piercings / i have at least one tattoo / i have blue eyes / i have dyed or highlighted my hair / i have or have had braces / i have freckles / i paint my nails / i typically wear makeup / i don’t often smile / resting bitch face / i play sports / i play an instrument / i know more than one language / i can cook or bake / i like writing / i like to read / i can multitask / i’ve never dated anyone / i have a best friend i’ve known for over five years / i am an only child

anyone can join!!

tag game 🤭

rules: color the sentence that's true about you

i’m over 5'5 / i wear glasses or contacts / i have blonde hair / i often wear sweatshirts / i prefer loose clothing over tight clothes / i have one or two piercings / i have at least one tattoo / i have blue eyes / i have dyed or highlighted my hair / i have or have had braces / i have freckles / i paint my nails / i typically wear makeup / i don’t often smile / resting bitch face / i play sports / i play an instrument / i know more than one language / i can cook or bake / i like writing / i like to read / i can multitask / i’ve never dated anyone / i have a best friend i’ve known for over five years / i am an only child

this is a whole lot of yellow lmfao

no pressure tags: @marthawrites @schniiipsel @aemonddtargaryen @aemondsbabe @adragonprinceswhore @arcielee @black-dread @lovelykhaleesiii @aemondsbabygirl @valeskafics @connorsui

[lunar-lair]

terrifying eternal rubbing sounds as i wear little holes into my pointer finger, middle finger, and thumb in the process of doing a Ton of sewing

[viciouslyfilthy]

"And here I am. Still bound to the board. Waiting."

Maxwell's voice echoed through the darkness, somewhere.

"I thought I was your favourite, wasn't I? And yet...

You still haven't even gotten past my very first world. You haven't even found the bishop, for crying out loud." He groaned in his throne.

"Tsk, tsk tsk. Looks like you'll be stuck there for a long time. Still got all five to go, pal. Frankly, I'm hurt you aren't trying to get to me hard enough." His comments were obviously sarcastic, had there been any source of light to illuminate his face, you could see him smiling from ear to ear. Somehow he found enjoyment in the player's struggles.

"Awh, what's the matter? Too challenging for you? Well, I'm not going to make anything easier. Not anytime soon. Now the question is... are you going to give up?"

[muraseclinic]

please just break me. beat me until i'm vomiting blood, cut me and make me cut myself, slit my wrists and drain my life away, bash my ugly fucking face in and shatter my skull - do whatever you please with me, as long as you make sure i'm never happy again. that for as long as you allow me to live i can never forget again how pathetic and unlovable and undeserving of life i am. tell me all about how worthless and unusable i am, how pretty real girls are and how badly i need to die for what i am. how i'll never be like them no matter what i do, how disgusting i am and always will be. crack my skull open if that's what it takes to make me understand that i'm only getting what i deserve for being this, that you're doing me and the rest of the world a favor by taking care of such a burden. nothing more than a blight on an otherwise beautiful world, one that just needs to be destroyed for the sake of everyone else. make me hopeless, show me that there's no point in trying to get better or live a good life, because there's no such thing as a good life for things like me. make me utterly repusled by the idea of myself happy. and when i finally get it through my skull how badly i deserve to die, how it's the only thing left for me, dangle it in front of me for your entertainment. force me to live in constant misery and torture, beating me just to the edge of release from all the pain i've felt and caused over my pathetic life, just to yank me back up out of the pit i've waited so long to finally hit the bottom of. laugh at the notion that i could ever deserve a life or a death. i could only ever be useful to anyone as a worthless little object to break and cut and kick and crack and stab and crush and bleed out. no love. why would i be loved? i'm so much less than a person anyway

.. oh wow !!✨≽^•༚• ྀི≼ this anon sure is desperate !

but i'd loveeeee to break you . beat you and fuck you because that's all you're good for !! anon thinks it's a real girl? no „ you’re not even a person ^^ the only thing you are is an object for my amusement „ something for me to play with and make cry when i want to.

i’d do whatever i want with you ,, destroy you because it’s what you deserve for being such a burden on the rest of society by simply being alive. i’d make you mutilate yourself for me ,, use your dirty body for my own needs ,, make you swallow blades or use you as my ashtray ~ ᥫ᭡

nobody could ever love a filthy ,, pathetic creature like you anyways.

you're worthless ,, something to be beaten and burned and broken. try and let others fool you all you want ,, we both know you’re a disgusting toy - you’ll never be good enough ,, you don’t deserve to be happy ,, and you don’t deserve to live .. but that doesn’t mean i’ll let you die <(˶ᵔᵕᵔ˶)>

i’ll strip away every last semblance of dignity you have left until you’re begging me to kill you ,, and then i’ll laugh in your face and leave you to rot ,, alive ,, because the only thing that you deserve is a life of me dangling death over your head like a carrot to a pig.

[ also if any one of you have dm’d me and i havent responded, be patient for me, kay? ( • ̀ω•́ )✧ ,, asks are open !! ]

[epickiya722]

An izuocha shipper said this:

Bkdks are just so transparent and easy to read. The people who rant now and want "justice for iida" are the VERY SAME people who always call him irrelevant to the story, boring, annoying, talk down his friendship with izuku and still havent forgiven him being rude ONCE to izuku in the very beginning of the manga before he and izuku even were friends (ohhhhh but anti bakugou people have to forgive bakugou ABUSING izuku for 12 YEARS, right?) and unlike bakugou didnt need over a century to apologiez! Lets be real, there is maybe just 1% of bkdk shippers who are really mad that it wasnt iida. For the majority thats not what the real problem is. They arent mad, because iida was "swaped" with ochako in the opening, they are mad because it was ochako and NOT bakugou! NOT ONE OF THEM would complain if instead of ochako reaching her hand out for izuku, if it would have been bakugou! Despite that there is no such moment in the manga between them! Its all about their shipping agenda. The anime can be as inaccurate as possible, bkdks dont care as long as bones highlights izukus and bakugous relationship even if its not manga canon.

What do you think about it? I'm interested in your opinion

And I am happy to give my opinion!!

Once more it's just other shippers trying to take a stab at BkDks and for what? Because they can't let it go. They're just bored and can't help but be asses.

For one, a lot of BkDks I have seen NEVER said Iida is boring or that irrelevant in any way. When it comes to other characters, I have seen a lot of BkDks defend them, Iida being one, Uraraka being another.

Hell, ask a BkDk who their favorite female character and most likely you'll get Ochaco Uraraka aka Uravity as an answer

No one is upset that it wasn't Bakugou that held Midoriya's hand in the opening. We're upset because once more Uraraka is just being used to fuel that role that it seems she's being forced into, which she doesn't deserve. She doesn't deserve to be a girl who only seemed to have Deku on her mind. A lot of her actions aren't even influenced by him and it sucks that others don't get that. On top of that, Iida, who a lot of us love, myself included, hated seeing his big moment taken away like that.

That's what it's more about. When that chapter came out that the opening is alluding to, no BkDk shipper I saw get upset. Why?

Because Iida is another good friend of Midoriya’s, he's also a great character on his own and it was nice seeing him getting the spotlight in that moment. It's like with Kirishima, BkDks like Kirishima because he is also a great character. He just happens to be a friend of Bakugou's. Do BkDks hate that? No!

Also BkDks and Bakugou fans aren't asking for anti Bakugous to "forgive" Bakugou. No one cares how they feel about Bakugou.

At most, what is being asked is not being so annoying about it and leave that space alone that does like his character. They're constantly the same ones sending threats, purposely tagging their anti posts wrong, commenting under fics, reblogging posts, etc. Like hate Bakugou, that's your preference and no one is forcing for a change of heart.

But how in the fuck (excuse my language) are antis going to throw the "Bakugou is a bully" card (mind you, who at the end of the day is a fictional teenager) yet do trolling and bullying REAL PEOPLE?

And!

The anime actually CAN'T be inaccurate as possible because all it's doing is ruining what Horikoshi and his team has worked on in the manga. It's why it's highly encouraged to read the manga.

I'm not surprised an IzuOcha shipper said that because guess what the anime is doing? Making IzuOcha seem more important when there's other things they should be highlighting like Iida's importance. If anyone is easy to read it's some of them.

BkDk shippers love BkDk, yeah, but most I have seen are always excited for the other characters, analyzing scenes about other characters and themes, hell, some are even multishippers so they do like other Bakugou and Midoriya ships.

Honestly, BkDks and Bakugou fans are probably the sets of people that seem to actually care about the story as a whole the most.

Ashido got a scene cut? A BkDk shipper will point it out. Shigaraki didn't say that in the manga and it's out of character? Oh, look that Bakugou fan caught it! Uraraka being reduced to nothing more than a girl with a crush despite having other great qualities that should be highlighted on? BkDks and Bakugou fans are ENRAGED.

Overall, to summarize this (it is long and I apologize for that, I ramble) BkDks in general don't care that it should have been Bakugou who held Midoriya's hand, I know I don't. We care about Iida's and Bakugou's significance to one of the darkest times in Midoriya's life. We care that Uraraka is also treated with care as she should be. If the opening wanted to have an IzuOcha moment, they could have! Just why make it the moment that should have gone to the characters that was important in that vital moment? They've been doing original scenes and whatnot forever, why stop now? Why take something away from other characters that are just as important as the protagonist and main girl character?

[cadaverousdecay]

march 28, 2022 5:22AM

longing for the company of a person who doesnt exist. I dont know if I can explain who. Someone who already knows all about me and loves me for it I guess. I dont know. Im in a state of constant terror and I want safety and security and i cant find it in anything. Im tired of divine missions Im tired of martyrdom and monks and locking myself up in an attic to speak ravings of the gods. I want a quiet meaningless life filled with love and warmth and safety from the endless depths of emptiness. I float tetherless through the vastness of my mind and of life. Im lost. A snail carries its home on its back. Its comfort is only a contortion away. I wish I could do that. I dont know how to console myself. I dont know how to save myself. I dont want to. I want someone else to save me, I want someone else to love me and Ill learn to love myself through the love they have for me. I want to be dependent but I dont have the special other to lean on, grow with and for. But I keep a part of myself carved out for their habitation. I dont think they exist actually. Not to say I dont think people will exist who will love me in parts or know me in parts. I think there will be people like that. But i dont think its possible for someone to know me completely and love me completely. Ive never sat well with the idea of a better half. A soulmate. Its scary in a way. One person who fits into you perfectly? What if you never meet them? What if you meet and dont realize? What if they leave? What if they leave with the parts of you that they love so much? I say I keep a part of myself empty for them but I really do struggle with opening up. Theres the idea that all the openings on your body dont actually count as "inside" you. Stick your hand all the way into my lungs and unless youre a billion little air molecules you havent become me, i havent become you. Pass a quarter through my digestive track and it'll come out unscathed. It can be argued that once the conversion happens, that is when youre inside me. On a molecular level. When your cells mingle with mine. Id say you could get to the point faster. With a stabbing. If you could reach in and feel my blood, that vital fluid, that "divine essence". Id say you got inside me. But the hole Ive burrowed for you is scarred up. You reach in and touch nothing visceral. Its a stupid gesture for an imaginary person. Id grow them if I could but a starving man cannot work a field and Im ready ready to eat. Im getting lost in metaphor again, and the hazy state of my mind. If you've gotten to the end of this and feel understanding and adoration please feel free to find me and stab me. But please dont take your hands from my chest.

[xiaoluclair]

hello i will be exercising my human right to be an entitled brat and ask for a snippet of all the wips that havent been requested yet (particularly hanahahaHAA because is that a typo or is my deranged ass sniffing a hanahaki AU?) AND a snippet of any other wips that you hold close to your heart but didn't have the space to mention <3

[ kisses your bratty forehead tenderly ] has anyone ever told you your deranged ass is so wise??

“Can’t you just.” Max waves his hand like something obvious. “Tell them?” Which makes sense because it is obvious, and Charles tries not to feel insulted at just how obvious.

“No,” he says.

“Why not?”

“Because it is not.” He swallows around something and his fingers find the edge of his pants’ pocket where it crinkles lightly. “I cannot.”

Max squints. Then he rolls onto his feet and rummages through the mini fridge, pulling out a carton of grapefruit juice and grabbing two glasses. He starts pouring into one, the color a soft pillow pink, then pauses and turns around. “Is it me?”

Charles nearly chokes and his hand goes all the way into his pocket. “Mate,” he says, “no.”

---------------- and then, bc i will launch myself at any invitation, some random snippets from some random wips i'd absolutely love to finish at some point but doubt i will

: a road trip fic with a very recurring trope :

“Well?” says Charles, brushes past Max to go kick around the small corner cabinets for the eighteenth time in a last attempt at holding onto whatever fragile sanity is barely clinging on. 

“Nothing,” groans Max. A whoompf follows bare milliseconds later. 

Charles twists his neck. Gapes. “What do you think you are doing?” he exclaims.

“Shhhh,” waves Max lazily from all over the bed. “You’ll wake the neighbors.”

“Oh, I will wake the neighbors all I want.” Charles stalks over and slaps his hand out of the air. “Get off my bed, Verstappen.”

“It is our bed, actually,” replies Max with a raise of one singular eyebrow. 

Singular, like the mattress he is currently taking up with the entirety of his stupid frog-faced splodge of a body. Charles doesn’t even want to think about how vaguely soft the entire image looks because if he does, he will, quite frankly, go insane.

: a completely different road trip fic that's a little more m for mamma mia :

Max’s hands are tight on his flesh, everything hot and heavy and laved in an electrifying haze. Charles drags his wandering mouth back up, kisses hard and slow with a disgusting amount of tongue. 

They part slightly, saliva dripping in a thin string between lips. Max grimaces, a mirror, as it breaks cold onto Charles’s chin. “Fucking gross.” 

“You are telling me,” says Charles. It comes off on his fingers and he wipes it away on the edge of the bed, thin and slimy, and he feels his face do something weird. Max chuckles. A glare he only laughs at harder and Charles easily pulls both their grins together, clash of teeth and nose and cheek.

: and, finally (wow i really splurged with this ask) probably the one i want to finish most of all out of anything :

“You need to stop.”

Charles stares, stabbed so suddenly with horror at the mess in front of him. “Are you high?” 

The laugh he gets in response sets teeth on edge, nails on a chalkboard. Max’s hands are finding his hair every other second — Charles wants to reach, drag them out because it looks painful. 

It sounds painful when Max says, “Please, Charles, fuck.”

He should not, but he does. Max’s fingers come away with resistance, sweat—sticky under his and overheating. It is disgusting, but Charles does not let go. “Please what?”

“Go back to your apartment, stay in your bed — do not get out of your bed, do not. Just hold Jewel and do not leave.” Everything is a rush, the words, the air. Between his hands, Max’s palms have pressed themselves together. He is a begging man but for his knees, and Charles thinks this is only stopped because of how he is holding him.