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@epitomees said: She couldn’t wait much longer. The building excitement was too much to contain at this point in the day. As soon as the last bell sounded for the day, Aigis quickly ran out of her seat to meet up with Makoto by the gate. They promised to walk home together, but she wouldn’t be taking him on their usual route home. She had plans, unexpected at best and hopefully ones he found intriguing. “Makoto-saaaaaaan!! I’m here!!” She approached him with a cheery smile and bright laughter. “Sorry! I had to grab something out of my locker!! And it’s for you, too!!” Her hand held a wrapped, rectangular-shaped box decorated with a navy blue bow. “I heard from Mitsuru-senpai it’s your activation day today, and well…I wanted to get you something for it, since it’s like your birthday for us.” She hoped he’d enjoy it. A black, starry-patterned bow tie would look nice on him. “Aaaaand I figured we could do something fun before going back! Maybe a walk near the beach, or we can check out Paulownia Mall. Whatever you want to do!! You just tell me!” So long as they spent time together, the destination didn’t matter. (From Fool Aigis!)
Aeon Makoto's birthday | Accepting
Makoto was waiting quietly by the school gates, as instructed. No one else interested him other than Aigis, despite waving at any classmates who knew him from their class. Hands clasped together, the minutes counted down and her voice entered his eardrums, so to speak, making him turn around and smile at her. She was so elated over... his activation day as she stated, and he hadn't completely forgotten it either. It didn't seem relevant since this was a normal weekday for everyone else.
"My... birthday? I see. In that case, thank you, Aigis-san. May I open it?" How curious. His hand moved to open the box by unwrapping the bow and looking at its contents. A peculiar and quite beautiful bow tie, much like the one he was wearing, was in his field of vision. Scanning it, he found that it was made with the best materials given to a human tailor. "It is very flattering... do you think it will improve my human attire?" She must have reached that conclusion. She was smart, after all.
Without further ado, he took it out and replaced it with the one he was wearing. "I will cherish it always." His smile widened as a light red color appeared on his cheeks. "This route you have suggested is rather unusual, however... I will go anywhere with you, Aigis-san. The beach is ideal for this perfect sunny weather. I predict that it will last until the evening. No signs of clouds can be detected in the sky or a chance of rain. Let's go, shall we?"
He offered his hand to her after closing the box shut with his old tie inside. This was a far more pleasant day than he had predicted... with her.
#epitomees#Makoto answers;#Her Guardian Angel | Aeon!Makoto AU#Aeonkoto's birthday 2024#long post#i love them your honor#they make me sob internally...
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hey can you hold onto him for a bit I gotta go to the shop
BABYYYYYYYY!!!!!!! OH MY GOD YES GLADLY!!!!
I will buy him a comically large lollipop and take to see the sail ships because he has been a most darling and agreeable young boy and deserves a reward <3
#my god this makes me so happy you won't believe it thank you so much#this will keep me going through the rest of the semester. 'do it for him' board but it has only this on it#i love him so much....... thank you........#sobbing internally..... barokje........#dgs#barok van zieks
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☆ decadence divine [ act I ]
{☆} characters arlecchino, neuvillette, furina {☆} notes yandere, drabble, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings yandere content, stalking (implied), kidnapping (implied) {☆} word count 2.3k
ARLECCHINO
Arlecchino was wont to leave social gatherings to her subordinates– the private meetings were where she thrived. It was so much easier to lure your prey into a trap when you didn't have prying eyes and ears waiting for the barest hint of blackmail.
She clicked her tongue in distaste, her eyes narrowing beneath the mask of the fox as she set down her cup sharply. It was difficult as it was to draw them from the safety of their bubble– at the slightest hint of danger, her quarry would run. A chase would be fun, but she couldn't risk getting caught here. The political nightmare it would cause..it already gave her a headache. She had to be discreet.
They weren't making it easy, however.
Which is why she never liked crowds. But this chance didn't come by every day. She wasn't going to simply let it pass by because of a little danger. She'd have them eventually, it was just a matter of how. There were already numerous of her own lingering in the crowds, hidden beneath the masks that every patron bore. It was difficult to stand out amongst the flurry of masked patrons constantly shifting around the room, moving from one conversation to another, gliding from one dance partner to another.
Her heeled boots clicked sharply against the tile as she stalked through the crowds, keeping a wide berth yet always lingering nearby– she was sure they could feel the vague sense of being watched, but with the huge crowds..her lips quirked into a grin with the barest flash of teeth. There were a great many ways to break them in– she'd spent a great amount of time and mora to get anything she could for blackmail, if she so wished. She had the backing of the Fatui as well if she played her cards right– it wouldn't be difficult to convince them that they were a valuable target, and none of them would dare to question just what she did with them afterwards.
Perhaps a bit of play, first. Test the waters. She was familiar with playing the polite gentleman, despite her status as a Fatui Harbinger. Stage something for her to intervene, perhaps, to look the hero. The look of shock when she revealed the wolf beneath the wool..she could see it already. That wide, doe-eyed look as they realized the monster they've followed blindly like a lost lamb..she was beginning to see the appeal.
All it took was a few hushed words and subtle signals before the tiles started to fall in place, her hand gliding along their lower back as she leaned over their shoulder with a thin, predatory smile. She'd have to organize for the agent to be released later, her eyes following as the Gardes dragged him out of the room in a flurry of curses, but for now..she tilted her head to peer down at them, polite and almost apologetic.
"You aren't too startled, are you? Now now, there's no need to look so..scared, poor thing. I won't let another lay a hand on you," She cooed in a sickly sweet tone, the husky rasp of her voice whispered in their ear like dripping honey. "You have my word. Now, why don't we get you some fresh air? Come. Allow me to escort you."
Her lips pulled into a jagged grin at the relief in their eyes– the blind lamb following the shepherd as it led them into it's maw. Just a little longer, and she could finally have her own caged bird– a pretty thing to admire, to protect, to possess.
Something no one else would ever touch again. Something hers.
NEUVILLETTE
Neuvillette was not one for parties. The intricacies and delicate handling of public relations he oft left in the capable hands of Furina, rather then himself. It was only at her behest he even attended at all, but he still felt rather..out of place amongst the bodies constantly shifting through the ballroom like a constant rush of water from one end to the other, no rhyme nor reason to the flow. The only thing that kept him afloat among the tides was the mask of the deer obscuring his face– even if it was exceedingly difficult to truly hide himself among the crowds, most passed over him without second thought.
Though he had to be honest with himself, even if he couldn't bring himself to admit it to Furina despite her insistence that his attendance was mandatory. He had his own reasons for coming– selfishness that left a sour taste in his mouth. It was purely by chance he'd seen the briefest glimpse of them prior, and he..was intrigued, that was all.
He refused to let his thoughts linger on the sleepless nights he spent prying every piece of information he could from loose tongues and obscure documents, every moment he managed to squeeze in between trials spent lingering in their most favored locations– cafes, stores, restaurants, the like.
Now a masquerade.
He tried not to let the guilt gnaw at his conscious, but it lingered like an age old scar that still ached.
So he relegated himself to simply residing in the further corner, nursing a goblet of water like a fine wine, trying not to let his eyes stray to the brief glimpses of them through the ever moving bodies filling the center of the room, dancing like puppets in music boxes.
Still, his hand twitched in an instinctual desire– a need to clasp his hand in their own, to touch his lips upon their knuckles, to indulge in a moment of reprieve and unshackle himself from the mantle that bears heavy upon his shoulders. He seeks reverence, worship, but not of himself– but towards the one who had drawn the eye of the dragon amongst the waves of humans he'd seen come and go for a great many years.
No one could compare, he is certain. None have left him as breathless, as hopelessly infatuated, as the one who made him wish only to kneel at their feet in senseless reverence until he could no longer speak. A hopeless man, indeed, if he has never even truly met them.
Instead he's spent his time prying into their life from the shadows. Caution, or simple cowardice?
He dares not ponder.
Yet in his ceaseless pondering he'd blocked out the world without, failing to notice the figure stepping up beside him until their hand brushed against his elbow– just the briefest touch, but it had his pupils narrowing and his entire body tensing like a coiled spring. That touch..bliss. It left him breathless and lightheaded as he tilted his head to regard them, his lips parting in a shaky sigh. They are as beautiful as he remembers– even with their face obscured beneath the mask, he would never forget them.
"Greetings, Monsieur– I hope I didn't frighten you too much." Their laugh made him feel rather faint, just the sound of their voice making his hand tighten around his cane. "..Not at all. I was simply lost in thought." He admitted apologetically, trying to reign in the urge to cup their face between his palms. A dangerous thought. He didn't want to scare them off when they'd provided him a priceless opportunity.
"My apologies, you must have needed something. It was rude of me to have been so absorbed in my thoughts to have ignored you." He continued, gently turning to set his goblet down– offer them his full attention, be a gentleman. The words rang in his skull like a ceaseless alarm, blaring and rattling his thoughts as he gently took their hand in his own. It was a split second decision– an indulgence, but he could simply not help himself. Even with his gloves between them, he felt like he was going to lose his composure just from such a brief touch..
He truly was a hopeless man before an altar, praying for a salvation he intends to bury deep beneath the waves– to keep it hidden in the darkness of the depths that only he can reach. A selfish man, he must be, to even think of it, but it is an itch that he cannot scratch. A need that must be satisfied. He cannot allow any hands but his own to tend to them, to know what it feels to touch them, to hear their voice and see their eyes as he prays– prays like a man starved, devotion born of desperation.
"I hope I did not make you wait too long." He smiles, soft and affectionate, like the bloom of spring beneath the winters chill– yet just as deadly, only masked by the sweet fragrance of flowers.
He had waited too long.
No longer.
FURINA
Furina was right at home amongst the crowds– where the masks obscured the identities of most, it was impossible to not recognize the charming banter of the Hydro Archon beneath the mask of the lamb as she graced the masquerade with her presence, speaking with a silver tongue to any who would listen. A truly enthralled audience fitting for the grandest of performers in Fontaine.
But her eyes lingered not on the people who's praise dripped from their lips like honey– yet so very bitter upon her tongue. Even the mask obscuring her expression did little to hide the longing that had her visibly deflating like a popped balloon. She hated all the eyes on her, really– it was suffocating. She was only putting on a show in the foolish hope that they'd finally pay attention to her. Just her luck, she supposes, that instead she's had to throw herself straight into the role of Archon without a pay off..
They hadn't even spared her a glance! It would be infuriating if not for the fact she couldn't even keep her composure just seeing them across the room. They didn't even have to look at her and she could feel the heat rush to her ears as she forced another smile at the crowd gathered around her. It was unfair how easily they could fluster her without even knowing it– her heart was thumping so hard against her ribcage she felt like it might burst.
Her only solace was the fact none of the patrons seemed to realize she'd clocked out of the conversation, her thoughts and eyes lingering on the distant figure– what a lovestruck fool she makes..it was a chance encounter she'd seen them during one of her outings. That was all it took to enthrall her, evidentially, try as she might to have ignore it for months.
They never left her mind for longer then a day, in the end, and she had to face the fact they had managed to enrapture her so deeply she felt like a newborn lamb learning to walk whenever she so much as thought of them. What an embarrassment! She..she was the Archon, she had a reputation to maintain, she couldn't be seen fawning over a human.
But oh, she still longed for it, beneath the veneer of a God. She'd watched them more times then she'd admit even to herself, wishing to find herself in place of those who'd hands were cradled so casually in their own– to hear their voice, their laughter, as often as she pleased..like a fine delicacy she so badly wished to taste, yet so far from her reach.
Would they think her pathetic for her infatuation? She pursed her lips at the thought, trying to bury the sour mood beneath her faux image of the Archon. Yet it lingered, and with only the quietest of excuses, she slipped into the crowd like a ghost– she needed to leave before she did something..stupid. Neuvillette would surely have a few choice words with her if she did, and she was inclined to avoid such a fate.
She..she just needed a moment to collect herself was all. That was it. She could go back to playing Archon for a little longer, she just needed a moment to herself. At the very least, the balcony had been regarded as off limits so late into the party– which gave her an opportunity to slip out of the public view for the briefest of moments. A welcome reprieve– she was starting to feel suffocated amongst the crowds.
Perhaps on instinct, she reached for the mask, lifting ever so slightly away..only to let out a startled yelp at the touch of a hand on her shoulder, the mask slipping back into place far too easily. It made her lightheaded, even now, but she dared not to dwell on it.
But when she turned sharply on her heel to chew out the person who'd followed her and had the gall to scare her..oh, she was done for, her ears flush with heat. The brief glimpse of their eyes beneath the mask, the curl of their lips as they smiled– her heart stuttered in her chest, and she was certain it had stopped all together when they clasped her hand.
"Y–you.." She wanted to be angry, to brush them off and leave with her rationality in tact, but the warmth of their hands on her skin rendered her speechless. She was no better then a fish on land, struggling to fill her lungs with air as she drew in a shaky breath. "Ahem, you caught me off guard. That's all. Surely you do not make it a habit to sneak up on people?" She huffed in indignation, trying to mask the fluster that threatened to break through her carefully crafted facade.
Ah, what a cruel twist of fate..she'd slipped away to escape their allure, but here they were, dragging her back into their orbit without even knowing how deep her infatuation ran. They were alone, too..it was a chance she wasn't sure she'd ever get again.
Maybe, just this once, she could do something for herself rather then everyone else.
She buried her guilt, the fear– buried it beneath the need to be seen.
"But if you want to make it up to me.."
#genshin impact#genshin impact yandere#genshin yandere#neuvillette x reader#yandere neuvillette#yandere neuvillette x reader#arlecchino x reader#yandere arlecchino#yandere arlecchino x reader#furina x reader#yandere furina#yandere furina x reader#fic tag#pats neuvillette this noodle dragon can be so pathetic#aiming for pathetic desperate and slightly guilty. it gnaws at him knowing he's keeping you like a bird in a cage#esp if you react extremely negatively hes like a kicked puppy#not outwardly but internally hes a MESS. sobbing crying wailing#furina and neuvi sopping wet kittens u found in a cardboard box in an alley#vs arle thinking abt all the crimes shes going 2 commit in the process w/o an ounce of guilt. blackmail? check. kidnapping? check.#a little murder for flavor. as u can see im coping horribly w being practically snowed in rn i need 2 be put down#its like 4 degrees out rn (fahrenheit) and getting colder ueueueue i am dying..........#only thing keeping me going is my furinameow plushie coming. eventually. staying strong just for her.................#also needs 2 be mentioned all the stories r separate ksjfkhdsf#no not everyone in fontaine is yan and trying 2 kidnap sorry for getting ur hopes up..#yet#anyway u cant convince me arle isn't bribing (or just straight up forcing) her agents into doing stupid shit so she can “save” you#and make you owe her#two silly goofy little creatures vs the personification of gaslight gatekeep girlboss (heavy on the gaslight)#also split this up in 3 parts bc. lol. lmao. im not writing 9 characters at once goodbye#also all the masks do actually have significance i have an entire essay on why i gave each animal to specific characters okay
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Me @ my bosses all day today starting before I'd even had my coffee 🙃
#i may have had to do some deep breathing exercises to keep all the screaming internal anr not external#i started my shift 4 hours ago and the bullshit started 6 hours ago#and this is literally the first time today ive been able to stop for the 30 seconds it took to make this meme#🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃#honestly sobbing at tonights episode may make me feel better 😂#ive already preplanned my yelling about bullshit with my friends. i just keep adding how long it will be as the day goes by 😂#originally was just gonna be 5 minutes but i think i have about 20 minutes of material now#911 abc#bobby nash#911 spoilers#<- is his funeral a spoiler at this point? 😂#my textposts
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i am 31 years old i shouldn’t be feeling this way. autism is evil it’s EVIL
#fray.txt#you know. autism havers.#‘i’m the number one fan i know everything you can’t love it more than me’ internal monologue of doom#feeling like your love and attention is inherently stronger and worth more than anyone else’s#no one else is autistic about it like You are#special interests and favourites and hyperfixations are a PLAGUE#i was a sobbing mess last night cuz my friend loves characters i love in my Special Interest game#i felt so worthless. like i’m a bad number one fan. like i’m not worthy of loving any of it at all#they love it so much more than me don’t they? i should just never touch it again. i don’t deserve it#so i get defensive and Scared about this shit. oh no they showed interest in my fav. time to resent them and hate myself#fuuuucukckcksojdisjwlsshisjs AUTISM IS HORRIBLEEEE ITS HORRRIBLLLEEEEEE#ITS ALL FUN AND GAMES UNTIL IT MAKES YOUR LIFE HELL. IT MAKES WHAT YOU LOVE HURT. IT MAKES YOUR FRIENDS YOUR RIVALS#i just hate how. it’s a childish act that i can’t grow out of. therapy hasn’t fixed. working on myself doesn’t fix#it’s just.. my fucking brain. i handle it by not acting on the feelings but i can’t stop the meltdowns#it’s exhausting. autism is exhausting
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I think people underestimate my spelling issues
guess how many fucking text replacements I have bc I am HORRIBLE /silly

#/silly#I CANNOT SPELL FOR SHIT#feel free to make fun of me I am very used to it#but in a silly way explicitly#please don’t actually make fun of me I will sob internally over any type of criticism </3
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What if Kim Kitsuragi owns a tiny apartment because that used to be Eyes's apartment and his police partner of 5 years passed it down to him in his will, because they were the bestest of friends and maybe even boyfriends AND Kim will be forever haunted by Eyes's absence but he just has to learn to live with it because he couldn't really afford another place to live and then Harry moves in and Kim was initially very hesitant about giving Harry his Eyes' old room AND-
#AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA *makes myself internally sob*#and now you get to suffer with me#disco elysium#kim kitsuragi
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recovering from jaw surgery ? turn ur Roblox avatar into ur f/o
#yes i spent whatever I had left from last year’s robux on this gojo outfit#i am now him . and it makes me smile (internally) to see my fiancé run around on my screen :3#okayy that’s it#i still can’t feel my bottom jaw . i think that’s staying until 8 pm they said (sobs) just five hours to go#but aye the pain meds are keeping me blissfully ignorant of my suffering#📸┆luvie rambles#♾️ ✮⋆˙『 infinite dreams 』
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Thinking too hard about Aviae and Zevrans friendship and it's making me Ill
#dragon age#oc: aviae surana#crow rambles#you look into the assassins eyes and you see a twisted mirror of yourself. of the internal struggle between the want of survival and the#want of it all to end. you hold your hand out to him. this will change both of your lives forever#and when the archdemon is dead and your lover has left you and the pieces you had been frantically trying to hold together fall apart and#shatter. he holds out his hand to you.#THEY MAKE ME SICK. SICK. IM NAUSEOUS OUGGHHHHH#both of them are living for the first time. both of them grew up trapped in a gilded cage. they recognize it in each other#theres a certain instant understanding between them. maybe neither of them notice it but they both warm up to each other very fast#aviae has reason to be wary of everyone in the party: alistair was almost a templar. morrigan is. well morrigan. wynne is too pro circle fo#aviae to truly let down her guard around. leliana is too attached to the maker for her. ironically the assassin is the one she bares her#throat to willingly. she sees the reflected desire and WANT of survival in him. the longing for freedom. it just. oughhhh#ive said it before but if zevran had showed up sooner he would have been her canon love intrest#however i MUCH prefer their friendship it does something to my brain chemistry#she can just be so??? bare and honest with him?? when she tells him about the circle and its horrors#about waking up to friends missing. about templars eyes lingering where they were unwanted. about the constant surveillance she went throug#he GETS it. i get why people are so ill avout zevsurana bc their friendship alone has me about to sob#it is 2:38 am and i cannot fall asleep bc i am thinking about them. insane#my ocs
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#personal#I asked a question about queerness to someone in a similar situation as me#it was just a passing thought/curiosity but now I'm sobbing about it#30 years in a conservative and repressive environment makes it so hard for me to untangle what's real and what's internalized#but being around other queer people this past year made me comfortable enough to reckon with parts of myself#it's a cathartic cry but i still dont know what to make of it. im sad and lost but also grateful i can now think about these things.#im just glad im not alone
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why is every part of the entire "finding and acquiring a new job" process absolute hell
#why are they making me submit a resume#and then basically create a new resume in the application itself#and then making me verify in the application that i have the qualifications for the job#AND THEN MAKE ME GO THROUGH AN AI CHATBOT SCREENING WITH THE SAME QUESTIONS ON THE APPLICATION#and then that ai fucks up and i need to email a human for help#and thats not even including scheduling an interview#or being ghosted by a company#or being told a company filled the position i applied for with an internal applicant#im Tired#i just dont want to work my current job anymore#sobbing#bean speaks
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I genuinely may not have much to offer to this fandom apart from the random ramblings I may provide, but I do have this Spotify playlist I created for those who enjoy stanarrator (as do I 😔💔). As of right now, there are 156 songs with a variety of vibes!
I listen to it everyday. Multiple times a day.
#the stanley parable#stanarrator#tspud#tsp stanley#tsp narrator#this is my offering#this game makes me violently sob and internally scream with joy at the same time#Spotify
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so yknow how Ford haters have an infinite number and infinite wrongness+depravity of braindead takes right but my favorite has got to be that Ford was more (at all) to blame for their abusive father's actions kicking Stan out because StAn wUz oNLy 18 fORd dID tHAt 2 aN 18 YeAR oLD. I have news for you about Ford his twin the brother who is the exact same age him give or take a few Minutes that brother
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#I cannot believe he'd ever die for these sins he was only freshmen. as in college like I was when you started pickling my brain in acid#*sees Ford's ruptured psyche from distrust/trauma* lol me when I'm guilt-stricken sobbing with my head on the floor#(I didn't do anything this fandom just brought out the guilt complex I've always had from being abused)#''oohhh if u relate to Ford I just Know you're making excuses for some shit'' o shit how did they know. no rly I don't even know what it is#<- these are clearly mature well-adjusted people and everything I know as an autist is wrong so idk what if I internalized what they say#no that's not ''suicidal ideation'' I'm feeling it's Humility like they taught me how :) it's ok they taught me to admit I Deserved it :)#thoughts on The Bullshit
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i hate that duality that your mind can be your safe heaven that helps you get through some difficult things, keeps you going and brings you happiness at the worst of times. and at the very same time it could be your worst tormentor that won't let you rest and won't let you breathe, literally for no particular reason at all. and you can't leave or silence it. can't get it to stop when it gets dark in there. can't get the light in when you desperately need to feel a respite instead of suffocation.
#its so difficult#sometimes its too much to handle#yeah particularly today im just.. screaming internally#and the inability to do something YOU LOVE due to your brain having one of those bad days so everything feels fucking BAD is just so unfAIR#its frustrating#the only thing you can do is sob apparently#my room doesnt feel like my room anymore all i feel is fear and dread#i just dont understand why and how it came to this point i want out#nothing grounds me to reality or to my normal state and im afraid#instead of watch fav movie to get better ill count the duration time and decide thats its too long i dont have that much time#i will be painfully aware of numbers and wb scared of them and then ill just not move at all immobilized at place#i cant#all i could do is desperately bother my friends trying to connect to them and hiding that obvious ache#i dont have capacity to soothe myself with my favorite guys and gals from games and movies i dont feel anything at all#and i hate that but also i cant do anything im so idk what i feel like but like im not anything#i lost myself i lost my favorite things to do and my hobbies and my spark and everything i dont even know anymore#on small bad days you could conjure a good thoughts and watch somethinf and think about what makes you happy#theres a void in my head now that just counts and counts and counts and cant do nothing#i will just open up a chat w friends and look at empty textspace i want to connect so badly but i wont send anything just freeze still#i dont feel that im in here but i want badly to be here and yet i cant grasp anything to still keep myself real#and like i have a feeling that in next 2 hours I'll just vanish spmething bad will happn carcrash orso i cantbe spendin much timeon anythin#i hate this#suddenly your brain just want you dead and fills you with dread unimaginable and my dumbass thinks that it's right#that my brain is right and im inclined to believe in this shit. im not but deep down i kind of is so thats why this anxiety causes me probl#ms for the whole week i didnt done anything i just could not i want it to stop#its so sure of itself that i will pass away in couple of hours by unknown reasons that it imagined so why even try
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OH I REALLY MISS MY WIFE NOW

#Yakou Furio and Vivia Twilight how DARE YOU MAKE ME CRY LIKE THIS#Ds gets emotional about a game they love#RAIN CODE WHY MUST YOU DO THIS TO ME!?#I'm playing the DLC and I saved Vivia and Yakou for last and I'm just -loud sobbing- I MISS THEM SO MUCH#Rain Code#UPDATE MY WIFE MAY BE OKAY!?!?! OR AT LEAST WILL GET BETTER!?!? -(I just finished playing the DLC I saved Yakou for last and I am intereste#And internally SCREAMING GOD I HOPE WE GET A SEQUEL AND I HOPE YAKOU WILL COME BACK!!!)
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did i actually draw out both of johnny's arms when his one arm is cybernetic. somebody gaslight me into forgetting i gave him two normal arms instead of just one before i start sobbing.
#I DID NOT#i literally. put effort into trying to make the anatomy and muscles of his arm look good#only to realize he has a cybernetic arm#and i cant be like OH its from the past cuz this mfer has had that arm during that time too#i was about to draw his tattoos and went.... FUCK#FUCK FUCK FUCK#im so upset#i wouldnt be as upset if the drawing wasnt 10x better than the other two drawings on the canvas#AUGUHUGH#nobody speak to me rn#how did i forget johnny silverhand. johnny SILVERHAND.#HAS A SILVERHAND#ITS IN HIS FUJCKING NAME#and i still forgot#sobbing internally screaming nobody speak to me#kwyoz.txt#cyberpunk 2077 related
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