#ill come back to it

[stabberghost]

i should not have spent 3 days on this but girl whatever

#more sudden oc world called dollusions art yaayyyy #stabberart #stabberghost ocs #oh right she doesnt have an oc tag. hm #ill come back to it #oc art #oc #original character

[jjanguri]

have u ever seen a cuter cat in ur life

sweetest smile in existence 🥺

#the answer is no #hes TOO SWEET #daintydevi #for u soecifically devi #useryeontan #zb1 #zb1net #zerobaseonesource #mine: gifs #e: yits #i guess #c: members #p: instagram #ricky shen #ricky #i am always forgetting tags. i cannot rmr what to tag #to tag #ill come back to it

[lelianaslefthand]

holy (til you let me go) by rina sawayama is a gale song now btw i dont make the rules

#do you see it... do you get the vision?? #he's been making me insane lately idk what came over me #i need to make a tag for these for future reference #ill come back to it #.txt #gale dekarios

[batqueers]

keyring boardijng scjool

#this is just so i dont forget later #ill come back to it #🦇 #rwrbat

[angeloncewas]

I'm only on the introduction and I'm already Thinking So Hard

#angel reads #??? #ill come back to it

[bonhmhm]

hmm!!

i enjoy this cuz my following is low 0_0

i made this cover art for a random comic i was makin quite a whiles ago- not sure if im even going to post it but i jus really like how the cover came out lmao

(takes place in the same world as blue witch!! she is however in no relation to marow..)

#cover art #unfinished #ill come back to it

[akinachiri]

I HAVE TO GO GET MY PASSPORT PHOTO DONE NOW HELP

#akina mumbles #ILL COME BACK TO IT #YES THIS IS ALL IVE DONE #YES IM ASHAMED OF IT #/leo

[magpiethepunkfairy]

Baseing anything on emotions or feelings is like trying to build a tower right next to the sea at low tide

Not only is the foundation shaky, it won't be low tide forever

#there's more to this #and behind this #but its late #im tired #i gotta get up early in the morning #ill come back to it

[taikova]

here's some drawings from a "mt washington" -song inspired video project i never finished.

#one piece #monkey d. luffy #vivre card #jinbe #jimbei #marineford arc #one piece fan art #sketches #i don't have to see you right now #is its working title #got too tired to work out the issues #but maybe one day ill come back to this! #grief #angst

[ziggizapz]

not even a month into working there and sams already at his limit

#the idea of colin crawling on the ground ripping out wires is so fucking funny #the magnus protocol #tmagp #the magnus protocol spoilers #tmagp spoilers #samama khalid #colin becher #idk lenas full name ill come back to it later #my art

[boozye]

#when your shitty creature comes back after disappearing to deal with organ failure virus #when your shitty creature is so pathetic and ill #obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me mc #boozye did #getting into the rythm of drawing again

[asteraws]

my clown college grad project from december last year 🎪

#my art #oc #illustration #ok to elaborate a bit #its more of a circus/performing arts school but clown college is just easier and sillier to say so #i call it that #what da hell do i tag JFLDSKSFKD #im archiving a lot of stuff these days... #post uni burnout has been so real guys lol ill be taking a break from this proj but def wanna come back to it some day :3 #IN THE MEAN TIME THO... im finally cooking up another oc story omggg im saur excited abt it hopefully i can share some art of it here soon

[inkskinned]

something bad happened to you, and you died, and you came back wrong.

not wrong all the way. the little ways. you forget important dates, stopped going out with friends. it's harder to make you smile. you're apathetic towards things you used to love, afraid of places you used to go to cheer up. quieter. flinching. different.

you came back for love. you're still here for love. what pulled you back was a brightness so loud that even death couldn't outshout it. death heard the call and smiled at you and said okay. go home. somebody is waiting for you.

but you came back different. like lot's wife; you've turned into salt. you used to chirp through life in hops and skips; but now you lose skin just standing up. you have to move slower, skimming across this world without-touching-it. most things feel dull - until they're suddenly all-too-much. life, and being alive just rushes up and over you and you get hopelessly crushed.

you try to explain it to them: it is ugly, but this is what you are, now. the huge golden hoop of your halo now a little bronze ring. you are still watering your plants and wearing the same clothes. after all, you worked hard to come home. this life; so odd and off-color, now that you are wrong.

but they waited for you - it's just that they wanted the "you" that happened before this. the "you" that could sing in the show and hug people tight and look at a blade without breaking down to cry. the you with a smile in pictures. god, holyshit, it's like looking at a completely different person, isn't it. that other-you; the one they actually wanted.

you are the consolation prize. you are the body that forgot the ghost. you are the memory of the bad thing, and the death after; like you are wearing that memory as a banner. you are a fragment, an assembly. simulacrum. you don't make eye contact in mirrors, afraid the light will glance off and your true nature will flash back at you.

you hear them talk about it in their hushed, desperate whispers. sometimes they even admit it to your face; harsh and violent, acid thrown at christmas dinner. god, can you just fucking be normal again. you do not remember what normal is. you had to climb so far to get back here; you are far too exhausted. you want to open the glass door of your heart and show all the gears. can you help resolve whatever got messed up?

you try so, so hard. you came back for them. because you believed they would love you, even when you were so horribly broken. because you believed they would be patient. because you believed unconditional meant "without exception." you cannot do things the same way. you just get tired too quickly these days.

you want to put them on a couch and pour them the tea with hands that shake more than they remember. you want to line them up and draw them a map of where you have had to wander. you want to show every bruise in a backsplash; the little helpless ant of your soul carrying all that weight, over and over. you want to say: yes! it is different! but i did it for love!

you want to say: "i'm not the same, but i'm yours and i'm here. can that be enough?"

#this is very obviously about my battle with #ptsd #but i think it's also like a pretty apt metaphor for a lot of things like setting boundaries or going to therapy or choosing recovery #i was thinking about the 'comes back wrong' trope and i was like. oh no i have feelings about this bc i have mental illness #and once i stopped masking - i was WRONG. i was different #here's the good news: i am now INNUNDATED with love. fucking swimming in it. excelling at it. the people who stayed #learned my new self. my new different body and how i am different but i am trying. they have held me so tightly #and my life no longer feels quiet. it is not based in my suffering. it feels like i have been growing a tree in my chest #and now it is flowering. #it is so lovely to be surrounded by people who have said - oh! you cut off so many branches i was worried you weren't the same. but now... #... this is just a new you. and i love you. and i love that you're different and happy. #(but yeah also im nb so i was absolutely influenced by Trans things)

[lawyerlyp]

fuck it, klapollo doodle dump, with the last two being the most recent (which are still old)

#ace attorney #paesthethyc's art #apollo justice #klavier gavin #klapollo #i miss them #one day ill come back full force

[bamsara]

The Rehabilitation of Death

Chapter 17: Drunken Gods

On this day, The Lamb declares a holy day. For a wedding, for a feast, and for a festival to celebrate the grand harvest.

Despite his initial reservations (and after a particularly horrid nightmare) Narinder decides to attend, if just to please the Lamb well enough that they'd leave him well enough alone after. That's the only reason, surely.

With followers intoxicated, the cult becomes a ground of wild party, and Gods are not immune to the temptation of overindulgence.

There's music, fighting, flirting, more fighting. There are shenanigans all evening; including but not limited to: uncomfortable socialization, reminiscing on one's past, impulsive decisions of the close-proximity sort, hide-and-seek games, and sparring with drunken, uncontrollable bloodlust that may or may not lead to a near-mental snap with eldritch power when you remember something you weren't supposed to.

Read Tags/Notes for Warnings. Chapter Wordcount: 25,674

Happy Reading!

#writings #trod au #the rehabilitation of death #narilamb #i know theres many spelling and grammer errors but I physically need to step away from this word document for a bit klsdghlsd #plus arson cant load ao3 very well so ill have to edit it on the different pc #btw i completely cut the dancing scence out #i had to #It will come back though i prommy

[daenystheedreamer]

#jon snow #poorquentyn come back to tumblr #ill get around to notacast i swear 😭