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#ange rambles
angeart · 8 months
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imagine the first time desert duo kisses in 3rd life, they're feeling high on success and destruction, their bodies aching from laughter, voices edging on hoarse from yelling. their hands keep coming to touch each other, adrenaline thrumming wildly in their veins. and then there's a dip, a small pause as they look over what they've done, what they've achieved, and they feel so alive.
and amidst it all, they have the sharp feeling that they wouldn't trade the person by their side for anything.
and maybe scar turns to grian, and he says, in that free, easy, unbound manner, as if his words carried no consequences, as if they were the simplest thing in the world: "i could kiss you right now"
and maybe grian looks at him with twinkling eyes. maybe he's grinning wildly, and maybe there's challenge in his gaze. "then do it."
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nicos-robin · 4 months
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i do love how they made the destruction of lulusia wayyy more fucked up in the anime vs the manga, bc wow it really drives home how absolutely horrific the celestial dragons/imu are, but also
poor sabo. the poor little meow meow. if he wasn't traumatized enough from what happened at the end of the reverie, he certainly is now. that boy went from one traumatizing incident to the next, with barely any breathing room.
someone me should write him breaking down
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no-more-lies12 · 1 month
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Feeling like I'm drowning in the chaos of BPD. Every emotion is a tidal wave, dragging me under. The urge to self-harm is suffocating, like a relentless storm inside my head. Can't seem to escape this vicious cycle.
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atelier-rougelian · 1 month
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self indulgent game cg redraw & twinning my egl dream print of ALL TIME & also happy game 3rd anniversary~
outfit, ref, and rambling under the cut
I'm ugly crying because I acquired my dream dress recently. I gave my OC the navy colorway of it and the matching ouji set for Fumi. Print is Guilty Meltin' Sweets Town, a 2014 AatP release that has been haunting me for almost 10 years. I don't need to purchase any other main pieces ever again.
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Pose is a redraw from a game illustration from the Weekend Lesson play. I am constantly rotating Ishida's art in my brain because ART GOALS. (I would have spent hours trying to draw the hands otherwise fjkdsl)
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also I realize I draw a lot of my oc with their eyes closed; i'm sorry, they are just channeling maximum xDDDD energy when I draw them with the boy.
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lisadarn · 1 month
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Just because you are not bloated doesn’t mean you are skinny.
Just because you are not bloated doesn’t mean you are SKINNY.
JUST BECAUSE YOU ARE NOT BLOATED DOESN’T MEAN YOU ARE SKINNY.
JUST BECAUSE YOU ARE NOT BLOATED DOESN’T MEAN YOU ARE ✨SKINNY✨
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frostbitingabyss · 4 months
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vk memories is, in a way pretty .... well, lets just say, filler lol
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Do not call the police
But i think i understand why arsonists love fire.
It's quite a nice fantasie, to simply set ablaze all of it, is it not? Am i the only one that sometimes, while lost in my mind, find myself in the middle of a bonfire in which the kindle is made of pieces of my life?
It's just a thought.
Don't call the cops, but sometimes my fingers twitch when i see matches.
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tryna put my anger into words gimme a minute
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bitterbettybabbles · 15 days
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Bitter
-Be feminine and dainty so a Christian man will want you
-Save your virginity because you don't want your perfect Christian husband (with his own wh*re past) to think you're a wh*re
-Wear you hair natural and never wear makeup you don't want people to think you're too worldly
-You don't need college, if you go that's find, but if you don't just take care of yourself (no one ever taught how) oh and you're husband will take care of you
-Don't ask for too much because that's a turn off to people
-Don't complain about your problems because God will fix them and be grateful you have anything
-There's no money for you to go to college so you'll have to work (of course I'm only qualified for low, to no pay jobs)
-Gain some weight, guys hate skinny girls, bf always was caught liking the "thick" and curvy women
-Gains weight, ooh that's too much, you're fat, you're big backed getting called sir by men at work
-Wear your hair natural. Eww it's so nappy and short. You're bald.
-Gets locs and they grow long, she think she's all that since she grew out her hair, she's still ugly.
-You talk white, you're weird you still watch cartoons? You're childish.
-You're skin is uneven and ugly. I am so glad I don't look like you
-Your nose is huge, it takes up your whole face
-This guy likes me (to friends) oh lets add him and flirt with him online
-Talking and having a great convo. Oh you're homeschool? The person stops talking to me
-I can't wait until you turn 18 so you can get out of my house
-You contribute nothing.
-Look at people when they talk to you. Speak loud, stop being shy.
-Always being a friend to others, but noone being a friend to me
-Meeting great friends that ultimately lose interest in our long friendship after they go to college and I don't
-Believing due to you conservative upbringing that feminism is bad and that it does not benefit you
-Testing so well in your end of grade test. Being embarrassed by several community college professors because it turns out you were extremely behind in English, Math, Science, and much, much more.
-Saying I am going to start a business, but having no confidence and giving up eventually to work a series of low skilled, low paying jobs, going to college off and on.
-Secretly wanting to go to college just like my friends, but we can't afford it.
-Guys rarely being interested especially black ones who only had use for me in order to get to my lighter friends or white girls I knew
-Having $exual trauma from childhood
-In a long term engagement/relationship with a person who is nice, but can't afford to move out.
-Experiencing so much failure that life is starting to feel like a bad 90s comedy except I don't hear the audience's laughter
-Having $ex because that's the only time you feel connection anymore
-Eating yourself sick to try to fill yourself with the abundance of food because you lack love in the way you need.
-Have monthly thoughts off ending everything due to the despair and helplessness you feel
-Undiagnosed mental disorders that were disregarded as a child
-Using TikTok to try to self diagnose because the alternative costs too much to be figured out.
-Being 31 with no husband, no kids, no house, living at home, no job, and quite frankly not much hope.
-Years of cruel bullying, but WHY DOES SHE HAVE SUCH LOW SELF-ESTEEM?
-Waking up and feeling like your very existence is a burden
To you reading these may just sound like incoherent ramblings of various people. Unfortunately, these babblings, yes all of them, are mine. Despite the name I'm not completely bitter, at least not yet. Getting there though
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jallyknife · 1 month
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Explain to me why my parents gave me a name that over half of the entire alphabette!
15/26 fucking letters
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extriella · 2 months
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gave the goths a little makeover (with cc ofc) the other day and i think i fell even more in love with bella
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angeart · 5 months
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hunted hybrids au rambles
this is an au me and @linkito made for our scarian RP, so just beware it’s focused solely on these two and it’s self-indulgent. CWs, i suppose, are themes of violence and dehumanisation of hybrids, and mention of self harm (feather plucking).
the basic premise is that hermitcraft’s code got attacked. think season 8 moon big and ground deteriorating underneath their feet, but it’s all more rapid and out of the blue. they don’t get a chance to investigate or prepare. it’s just. happening. so obviously, confusion and panic.
and then the hermits get scattered, to other worlds, seemingly indiscriminately and at random, as hermitcraft implodes. 
grian and scar end up in the same world, but it takes them about a week to realise. (a very horrible week, mind you.) their comms don’t work quite right here. 
now, where they’ve ended up is a very, very hybrid-hostile world. think rough people and black markets and criminal societies. think hunters and bloodhounds and phantom-dragons that screech through the night. think traps and watchtowers and rotting forests without a bird-chirp in them.
this world considers hybrids to be something to hunt. something to take apart and sell and gloat about. vexes are disliked and killed for sport, for  bragging rights. there’s no mercy in that. avians, though? avian wings are seen as a commodity, a decoration. something to make money out of and claim a different kind of prestige from. 
... did i mention this world is permadeath?
yeah.
so here we have these two hermits, and i think it’s important to note that the life games aren’t a thing in this universe. they never experienced a situation where they have to fight for their life. they find themselves here, stranded and alone, not knowing if their home even still exists or what happened to the others and if there’s anyone left out there who will be looking for them. 
maybe they try to look for help, used to friendly communities and little to no consequences.
maybe they get glares and smirks and weapons pulled on them.
maybe they realise the error they’ve made. maybe they realise that this is no place to seek help.
and then they run.
and all they can do is keep on running.
(the wood is rotten. the animals are scarce, next to none - have they even seen any? besides the wailing hounds? they can’t remember. the resources are hidden, stashed away in the communities they are desperate to get as much distance from as possible. the land is dark, and eerie, and unfamiliar. it’s late autumn, toppling into winter, air chilly and frosty, and they are so, so very underprepared.)
i think this is a good time to note that i chose violet-backed starling as the bird-base for grian in this au. because the wings are brilliant and bright and vibrant. they’re rare. expensive. very, very much wanted. (very hard to hide in a drab late-autumn.) 
scar and grian meet under dire circumstances: a hunter de-routed from going after scar by a call for backup, to a violet-winged avian—an information scar overhears—a trophy too precious to walk away from. this is the moment scar has the startling, horrifying realisation that grian is also trapped in this world. (he hears  him before he sees him, and he’d know that voice anywhere.) (he never heard him scream like this before—)
long story short, grian gets hurt, scar goes a little feral, and together they escape, to seek out shelter and supplies in a world that seems determined to strip everything away from them. it’s getting colder, and they have nowhere to go but deeper into the forest, hoping that they’ll eventually go far enough that the hunters will give up. (a feeble, impossible hope.) 
please think about them being so confused and destabilised over the realisation that they’re no longer alone. the complicated feeling of relief of having someone familiar and safe there, and the absolutely nauseating terror of having them there, because it means they’re stuck in this nightmare, too. the struggle to keep each other alive and sane through it. the way how something so normal and taken for granted gets turned upside down—and gentle touch now feels so unfamiliar. (oh how they need that softness, in a world that is only ever harsh and cruel.)
the (so far) two drawings i made for this au are:
1. them curled up into each other, wrapped up in a blanket, trying to keep warm and survive the night. please note that scar is pressed against grian’s back, protecting the part of him that now feels the most vulnerable. (grian’s wings are a huge target. a beacon beckoning the hunters closer.) grian used to sleep (on those rare moments when he actually allowed himself to stop and nap) with his wings pressed against hard, rough, cold edges, just to hide them. just to make them less visible, just to make himself a little less vulnerable. (his feathers are a mess.)
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2. on that note. the second drawing touches on grian’s complicated feelings about his wings that come from all this trauma. because all those pretty feathers do is drag danger to them. because he used to love them and they used to be his pride and joy and they let him feel free, but he can’t even fly anymore (the sky is too open; there are too many airborne hunters and watchtowers). and it’s these damned feathers that cause him and, more importantly, scar to get hurt and have to run and run and run even when they feel like they can’t anymore. 
grian is so upset with his feathers. they feel like a curse. they feel like a burden. they feel like he’ll never not be terrified as long as he has them. he’s tired and in pain and cornered and desperate, and he wants them gone. and so what if he cries. what if he starts plucking them out, urgent, frustrated, panicked sharp yanks, and—
and scar is there, and he’s shushing him and telling him to stop. telling him that his wings are beautiful, and they’re his, and scar won’t let anyone else touch them, ever. it’s okay. it’s okay it’s okay it’s okay. (nothing is okay.)
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//full drawings are linked so feel free to check them out if you're interested :3
------ @motherofplatypus a bit late but here you go! the requested au rambles
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nicos-robin · 1 month
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i forgot to post my pulls for the new one piece set here
one AA leader + 2 AA’s + 7 SR’s wasn’t a bad box at all and i am definitely building reiju this set. i also got most of the kikunojo’s i needed for belo betty!
i ended up selling the AA moria & AA tashigi to get the SP ms all sunday, thus completing my nico robin/ms all sunday collection. i also traded my hiyori, hody, momo and onami for some cards for reiju and don’s!
all in all i was quite pleased with what i got B)
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I was at a funeral reception yesterday. It was orgnized by the two sons of my mothers friend, who died in her 50s....it left me empty, angry and sad with life itself. This woman, who had suffered all her life because of her abusive ex-husband and who had worked extremely hard to offer her children a better home and more opportunities than she had as an immigrant, died of brain tumor when she finally set herself free from her spouse. She died a painful death, deteriorating physically and turning from a person full of love for life itself into something she would have never thought to be. I hate life, I hate how unjust it is and how it takes people away who love being alife and sparing those, who find life to be agony. How is this fair? How can one see meaning into life when it evolves like this? I am sad, because she deserved more. I am sad because she isnt the only one whose story should have ended better. I am sad because of the suffer in the world, the children who are traumatized, the women who get raped, abused and left-behind and the men who die in pointless wars.
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atelier-rougelian · 2 months
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