Recovery isn't linear so its ok to have ups and downs. remember that any small achievement is of great value

they gotta give me more enrichment at work look what i just doodled

^ joke that would have killed in 2011

🏳️‍⚧️ this post has come out as trans 🏳️‍⚧️

tumblr.com mutuals i love you all so dearly

close-ups of a commission i did a while back! 🌱

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What a difference six years makes

love is stored in the parallel play

Levi Ackerman in every 進撃の巨人 Episode

....Thank you Isayama for giving us this man ❤️

When someone really cool that I’ve followed for a while follows me back I feel like I have to be more normal with my posting habits for a bit because I don’t want to scare them away, as if they were a nervous horse who might run away if I move too suddenly. But eventually I realize that it’s impossible for me to be normal forever so I just go back to being weird regular annoying me and cross my fingers that they stay

Happy Lunar New Year!

here's a lil comic of my skk little prince au i made a while back to greet you all :)) I hope your new year wishes come to fruition and that your year would be a blessed one <3

Anyways,,, new year shrine visit!

> Shadowheart: Show off new friend!

you hold up your excitable new friend to lae'zel, she seems incredibly irritated by this action! you can't imagine why!

> Karlach: Open the barn doors.

oh god. you really didn't mean to intrude… but now that you are, it is becoming increasingly more and more difficult to look away!

> Karlach: Save Astarion!

thank the hells you had this barrel of firewine on you to put him out. he'll be fixed up in no time!

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OH GOD HOW CAN FIREWINE BE SO FLAMMABLE

> Wyll: Calm down Karlach.

pt. 1

Ghost distribution system giving me a big military man to feed and keep warm.. I would be making him a spot on the couch in my living room immediately

He has his own little spot in your house, somewhere that feels warmer than his house ever could. Your couch has blankets, has wear on the cushions, has pillows that squish when he leans against them, and he has a place there. There's room for him in your warmth, under the umbrella of your care, room you made for him. Even when he's forced himself into your outstretched fingers, you've held tightly to him. It's like you want to feed him, like you enjoy his company.

But that can't be right.

You should know better than to take in strays, should cower in fear of him. Can't you see the points of his teeth? The scars? Don't you see the blood soaked into his fingers? Your kindness is so foreign to him, and yet Ghost can't get enough of it. He sits on your couch and takes the offered meal, shifts his shoulders when you lean against his side. He feels stiff, feels you cuddle against his side like a spooked horse. You don't look at him, not the way other people do: don't try to peak under his mask, don't try to count his scars or the medals that always seem to weigh heavy on his chest. You meet his eyes with a smile, and Ghost thinks of the way your teeth would sink into his throat, the way you could rip into him. It would be painless compared to the soft brush of your fingers against his when you take his plate.

Don't you know? Don't you suspect? The monster you've let into your home, the one that holds its arms outstretched when you come back to the couch and begs for your touch, is the same as the wolves that fight over corpses, that starve in the cold wild, that pant at the edge of man's fire begging for domestication. Can't you hear him howling?

if you find yourself asking "how shall i spend the next one minute and 52 seconds?", i implore you to turn to the Wansa-kun opening for the most joyful way to fill the time. isn't this wonderful

ARC TROOPER ECHO | The right thing to do “No matter what, we are united. Rule one: We fight together.”

Bonus:

while teen while goblin while aroace while injured while doing your best

priest guy sending mixed signals, what is he up to?🤨🕶🤏

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[Image Description: A warm-toned comic featuring Trigun98 characters. It opens with Vash shouting "YOWCH!!" as a half-eaten donut flies through the air, a bruise on Vash's tongue. Meryl, editing papers, is annoyed as he complains: "Ow! Ow! I bi'e my 'ongue..." "What's the rush?" Meryl asks, "They're all yours." Vash, still hurt, tries to explain: "They're jus' sooo good!" Meryl argues back, "Well, savour it then!" Wolfwood has been watching the scene unfold as Meryl continues, "Satisfying your sweet tooth doesn't come cheap, unfortunately." Wolfwood clicks his lighter open and closed, again and again. Without a word, he leans closer, his thumb on Vash's lips. "Wolfwood...?" Vash trails off. Then, Wolfwood opens Vash's mouth and knicks his thumb on one of Vash's canines in one fell swoop. "Wah? Huh??" Vash says as Wolfwood pulls his bleeding thumb away. He licks the blood off the wound then snickers at Vash. Meryl looks disgusted, Vash has lit up in an embarrassed explosion, and Milly remarks, curious: "Those are surprisingly sharp, Mr. Vash!" Question marks float around Vash, and his donuts lay discarded on the table. Each panel is signed by raepliica. End ID]