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ironfoot-mothafocka · 2 years

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Dwarrowtober: Mining

Khalei Iskbanal often recalled liturgy from the holy texts which spoke to the fleetingness of dwarven mortality. Compared to the steadfastness of mountains, the dwarves were like grains of sand, grinding up into dust over the countless span of years and fading away as the Ages lengthened. Dwarves returned eventually back to the Maker and to be melded again, with bodies strong and carven afresh.

He’d seen it all, working in Erebor’s hospital. The fading of dwarves who were frailer than granules of sand, the agony of slow death, or the agony of those loved ones watching their elder pass into ancestorhood. Each time he saw this he was reminded painfully of his own mother: her lifelong illness and eventual demise once the medication had stopped working. It was this, he assumed, that had made him want to go into the healing arts: if he healed enough dwarves, if he saved them, perhaps that would mean something in the grand scheme of the cosmos. Perhaps his mother would come back in some small way, and time and tragedy would knit itself back together again. That was how it worked, right?

It was a slow day on an October morning. Khalei had quickly grown to become suspicious of slow days: like the trickling of a stream starting high in the mountains, it could steadily become a raging torrent if given enough rainfall, and that could happen in the blink of an eye.

Khalei looked up as the runner came into the ward, the acute ward reserved for the most severely injured or sickest patients they treated in Erebor. Despite his appearance and mannerisms, which many brutish warriors dismissed as fay or flighty, Khalei had never been disgusted by what he called the naturalness of the dwarven form: all dwarves bled, shat, pissed, and vomited, and it was just the way of things. All dwarves had slimy innards, bones that could break and stick out at weird angles, and things that smelled, and Khalei didn’t mind any of it (except eyeballs, he’d always had a thing about eyeballs). His own husband, the Lord General of Erebor, had even become light headed at the sight of Khalei’s finger, sliced open as he’d prepared a meal for them one night. Khalei had just rolled his eyes and tucked a tourniquet around the spliced appendage, before making his way over to his colleagues for a series of stitches.

The announcer rushed in, however, and Khalei knew that the trickle would soon be gone, and he would be dodging foaming rapids. “Miner being brought in now. Fall from height — conscious. Requires all hands, and the surgeons.”

Even at the word ‘miner’, Khalei’s skin had started prickling. Mining injuries were the absolute worst: dwarves with crushed limbs, miners whose brains had been obliterated by falling rocks, or those who had died in their harnesses and had hung there for several days before rescue, slowly bloating as their bodies swelled from the saturation of poisonous gas that had killed them. There were a thousand ways to die in a pit, and Khalei had seen most of them.

Even as Khalei rose to his feet and stood to attention at the bedside, the stretcher was being brought in. The medics were pale-faced and serious, and a blood-sodden sheet was wrapped tightly around the lower half of the dwarf’s head. For all the good it was doing, it might not have been there at all. Around him gathered surgeons, experts in medicines, first-line carers like Khalei, some of which had, like him, experience of battlefield wounds. Gently, the miner was lain in front of them all.

It wasn’t the worst injury Khalei had seen, he decided, as he recoiled slightly, but it was the worst he had seen on a dwarf who still lived. Barely. He stepped closer as others withdrew, heads together and muttering urgently about possible treatment, and took the miner’s hand in his, feeling for a feeble pulse. It was a sign of a still-beating heart. A chance. “Aldvir fell fifty feet onto his face. No break in his neck, no loss of consciousness—” the dwarf medic who had brought him from the mine reeled this off in a well-rehearsed speech. Top-to-toe, that was how they had been taught to list injuries. No head or skull fracture, but broken bones in arms and pelvis.

The chief surgeon turned to Khalei, his brow lowered and a grimness in his clear blue eyes. “Khalei — can you remove the sheet, please?” Khalei peeled away the sheet and held in his groan. The miner’s lower jaw had broken his fall, and it was ripped completely away, his skull concave and the cavity of his upper palate exposed. It was like something out of a cadaver class, except this one had breath in his lungs, and scared, confused eyes staring straight back at him.

Khalei hated this part the most. Being face to face with the ones whom nothing could save. The surgeons crowded around and the healers who administered pain relief took out needles filled with amber liquid, injecting the miner with enough of the stuff to make him forget where he was and the inevitability of his situation. Was there a chance that his face could be reconstructed out of steel rods and bars over hours of work and sedation? There was always a chance. Would he die of infection soon after, if not in the next few minutes? That was almost certain.

How long, wondered Khalei, would it have taken him to fall? A few seconds at most? Life definitely was fast, and death was, too, he thought. With a sigh he retired to the backroom where he kept his death mask and the ceremonial robeskirt, and began to undress. He didn’t have to be told now — being zhani, one who worked in spirits and omens, the teller of tales and the dancer of the sacred dances, he could feel the changes in the air when death was approaching on its wings, the aura fading around dwarves who were near to their Maker, the chittering of faint voices beyond the veil and between the realms, ready to welcome a brother home. To Khalei, death and life were the sides of the same coin, which spun endlessly in Mahal’s fingers.

With careful hands, he buckled the heavy mask onto his face, and the golden beard of it rested in the middle of his bare sternum. He toed his shoes off and took a deep breath. The air throbbed around him, blood rushing in his eardrums, and he listened for the still, small signal, the voice that he knew to hear when nobody else could. Like a sigh in some distant land, another grain of sand was ground up into powder. And when Khalei left the hospital backroom, a sheet was already being drawn over Aldvir’s body.

#dwarrowtober #dwarrowtober 2022 #dwarves #erebor #lotr #lord of the rings #middle earth #lotr fanfic #tw: death #i promise the next one will be happy

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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 1 month

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Knowledge Revenge.

#dungeon meshi #chilchuk tims #senshi #Somewhat of an unofficial sequel to the Dragon Comic. I promise I have more versatility in my jokes. I just had to take this opportunity.#Senshi is pretty much a recluse. I think he would know a few of these 'gottems' but not all.#Chilchuck would know gottems that are nearly lost to time. The deep cuts. The ones that you fall for because they are that obscure.#I would also like to take a moment to confess that after the last comic in which I posed a gottem -#I fell victim to a Mind Goblin Attack. I was thoroughly got. I will be on higher alert this time.#So NOBODY be funny in the tags. I am gullible and I like to share things with my friends. Who are *ruthless*.#I have a mild resistance to Vicious Mockery at this point but I can only take so much.#Happy Thistle Thursday Everyone! See you next week!

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diamondsheep · 5 months

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What do you mean >:3 face ?

He got embarrassed bc Sanji keeps annoying him with "not" knowing about that face ( which he does on purpose just to get that same reaction from the Marimo )

#i had to draw this bc I'm obsessed with Sanji's (/wo) face #he does it all the time and it is so cute :3 #anyway here is my last drawing of 2023 !! ahdkfks it's jusr a silly comic pftt #but hey i wanted to end the year with a similar comic to my first zosan comic c:#and well i hope that everyone has an AMAZING AND HAPPY NEW YEAAAR 🎊🥳🎊🥳🎊🥳🎊✨️#adhkgkd i promise more Zosans next year 💚💛💚💛💚💛💚#zosan #zoro #sanji #roronoa zoro #black leg sanji #one piece #one piece fanart #sanzo #my drawings #my art #diamondsheep art

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heartorbit · 9 days

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bugs when you lift up a rock

#GYAAAAAH oh god the tags. help me #project sekai #pjsk #prsk #emu otori #proseka #tsukasa tenma #nene kusanagi #rui kamishiro #mmj #leoneed #wxs #more more jump #wonderlands x showtime #HAPPY BRITHDYA SAKI I FAKWKNG LOVE YOUUU #ichika hoshino #saki tenma #honami mochizuki #shiho hinomori #minori hanasato #haruka kiritani #airi momoi #shizuku hinomori #Time for my secret tags. IF YOU'LL BE AT ANIME NORTH THIS SATURDAY AND SUNDAY I WILL BE HANDING SOME OF THESE OUT ..#and i will FINISH VBS AND NIIGO GOD WILLING 🤞#um itll just be paper i dont know i dont have sticker paper. im making some into magnets for friends w what i have left of magnet paper #THERES A 30 TAG LIMIT? ok well im makign cosplayer for the next 2 weeks and im so scared ALSO MIKUEXPO TORONTO GYAAAAAH!!!!!#if youll be at mikuexpo toronto i hope to being some with me to give no promises tho. i'll be .. cosplaying tsukasa .... on public transit.#AGAIN. to get there. anyways i need to lock in goodnight love you sorry to asks i havent answered im sleepy #yhis ones dedicated to the person who said my art tastes like hard candy. little candy bobbleheads for you

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melonalemonade · 9 months

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hey crowley, I came back for you. You can wake up now, i’m here

#someone on instagram said I need to perform a whole apology musical for this #next one is gonna be happy arizacrow I PROMISE #I just need to get the angst out of my system #good omens #good omens 2 #aziracrow #aziraphale #crowley #crowly x aziraphale #fanart #good omens fanart #good omens season 2 #ineffable fandom #ineffable husbands #aziracrow fanart #Michael sheen #david tennant #procreate

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moon-mirage · 9 months

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I'm almost there, almost to the barricade, when I think she hears me. Because for just a moment, she catches sight of me, her lips form my name.

And that's when the rest of the parachutes go off.

#the hunger games #mockingjay #prim #primrose everdeen #honestly i don't know what to add here #it's just that scene #and i hadn't planned to draw it #i just wanted to sketch prim to figure out how she looks like #minor issues aside i like how it turned out #especially her age comes across really well #i have more red/fiery version as well but i picked this one #next picture will be more happy i promise

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euphreana · 9 months

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Whew! I've been reminded why I switched to making black and white comics for the past few years.

Anyway, have a Nimona comic inspired by @tristenthekitty!

#I promise next comic's a happy one #there's pancakes involved #:3 #nimona #nimona ambrosius #ambrosius goldenloin #blood #comics

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unspecifiedfigure · 7 months

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something happens and i’m head over heels ✨

#i’ll make him hairy as he’s meant to be in the next one promise #next one is a little spicy #sort of #anyways this is eddie’s view of steve being silly and happy while they’re out at a bar #steve just got his hearing aids and is delighted with how much clearer the music is #he does switch them off after a while to just feel the bass #anyways eddie’s in love with him and every time i draw them i feel their love #am i sounding delusional enough yet #stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #my art

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luck-of-the-drawings · 1 month

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[<==PREV PAGES] [NEXT PAGE==>(not out yet.wait a year.or maybe more.imagine.]

saw alot of comments on prev pages; saying 'i HATE that mean teacher! im gonna FIGHT HIM!!' & i LOVE the energy!! it WOULD be nice. to have that catharsis. but the story of young tidestrider is Not one of catharsis. it is a story of being so small and so special and sucking so bad.

#jrwi fanart #jrwi show #jrwi riptide #gillion tidestrider #GONNA START FORMATTING MY COMICS BETTER. W THE PROPER 'PREV' 'NEXT' LINKS #REALLY DIDNT EXPECT TO CONTINUE THIS SERIES BUT AAAUUUHH MY BRRAAAIN MY BRAIN IS SO IDEASSS. I HAVE 3 OTHER PAGES SKETCHED OUT #NO PROMISES ILL FINISH EM ANY TIME SOON OR EVER. MY WHIMS ARE THEIR OWN BEAST AND I ONLY DRAW ON MY WHIMS #THAT BEING SAID IF U COMMISSIONED ME ILL GEEETT TO YOUUU IM SORRYYYY. ART IS AN EMOTIONAL RELEASE FOR ME N BABY I HAVE EMOTIONS.#ESPECIALLY ABOUT GILLION TIDESTRIDER CHAMPION OF THE UNDERSEA HERO OF THE DEEP.for the desc here i put smth that i typed up in the tags of #another thing i made. i gotta make a proper Baby Gillion tag or smth. eventually.. eventually...I LOVE DRAWIN THIS LIL BABY GUY..#i also LOVE depicting the teachers as just being so fuckin mean. ofc theres variation in that. just like in all things.like the teacher her #idk if itll be mentioned but the octo lady is named Ms Octburn.an octopus pun based off the name of an actual councilor i had #when i was in elementary school i got bullied alot but teachers never did anything. i hated adults and didnt trust them.#but this councilor o mine was so genuinely sweet. i remember spending alot of time w her. she doesnt work there anymore.#but that one school adult that actually earns ur trust and is there for you when they can be.its SO important for a child i think #i hope she knows how much she helped me.youll see in the next page that ms octburn isnt perfect either.but she tries. they all try.somehow.#ALL these comics are gonna be inspired by somesorta experience o mine in the school system. school is so fucked up u ever thing abt that #AND GILLIOOOOONNN IN THE MOST FUCKED UP LITTLE SCHOOL OF ALL. MAINTAINED BY A CULT. CENTERED AROUND HIM. OUR CHOSEN ONE #I IMAGINE ALOT BANKS ON HIS SUCCESS. THIS IS THE WORLD. THE WHOLE WORLD. THE PROPHECY IS GOING TO COME TRUE N UR TELLIN ME #THAT ITS THIS LITTLE IDIOT THATS GONNA BE SAVING US? WHAT IF HE FAILS. IF HE CANT GET THIS RIGHT THEN HE WILL FAIL AND WE WILL DIE #WE NEED TO TRAIN HIM. WE NEED HIM TO LEARN. AND TO SUCCEED. OR ELSE WE'RE DEAD. WE'RE ALL FUCKING DEAD. I IMAGINE THAT MUST BE STRESSFUL #in other news i hope ppl actually giggle when they read these. they ARE intended to be comical. dark humor or whatever. like its also sad #this is intended to be a sad comic series. but a funny one too. does that make sense? god i hope so.saw some1 say they had flashbacks-#-reading this. like YES!! THE INTENDED EFFECT!! YOU GET ME!! i love seeing ppl get upset on this lil baby boys behalf. i LOVE seeing ppl-#-wail n weep n cry in the comments. i LOOOVE seeing ppl RELATE to baby gillion. and i love letting u all know that this wont be a happycomi #gillion gets his happiness arc in the actual show. this series is one of unfortunate events. teehehehe. do u guys remember that show #i keep listening to the lil songs from A Series of Unfortunate Events for inspiration. GOOD STUFF!!#anyway uuhh uhh thats all i got in my brain. for now. feed me ur comments give me ur input i NNEEEEEDD THHEEEMMMM

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cheesecake801 · 7 months

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I usually draw cute/silly submas stuff but today I chose A N G S T (first one is comforting to me tho)

.......aaaaa this is too sad, here, have those doodles as a lil treat ;w;

#submas #submas angst #pokemon subway boss #subway boss ingo #subway boss emmet #pokemon legends arceus #pokemon legends ingo #nobori #kudari #submas fanart #traditional art #my art #cheesecake801art #the 1st one is my fav #just really felt like hugging Ingo for some reason #i like the 2nd and 3rd one the feelings are hitting hard on those #insomnia part was 'cuz I couldn't sleep #my poor lil guys...I promise I will draw you happy next time

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zooberriie · 3 months

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Februabba Day 5: Wither

From my Tangled AU (loosely related cuz, magic flower, even though in my AU it’s the arrow and not a flower but don’t tell anyone)

Au info and tags under the cut

You can see more of the AU on my blog (here and here) but as a quick recap, Giorno (Rapunzel) is escorted by wanted thieves (Bucci and friends) to see the floating lights (and also I rewrite the narrative so it fits my bruabba agenda). Essentially i make Flynn 5 people and mix and match events so all the romance is bruabba. And Giorno gets a froggy friend.

@februabba2024

#my art #bruabba #I promise the next one is happy #februabba2024 #februabba #zoob’s tangled au #leone abbacchio #bruno bucciarati

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zuhaoki · 28 days

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　　　 \(⑅ᵔ-ᵔ)/　　 🍈﹑　　宁艺卓

　　　\(⑅ᵔ-ᵔ)/　　 🚞﹑　　 @p-oisn

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fuumiku · 5 months

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Happy new year!!

Some doodles I did today to unwind + test a lineart brush

#Dungeon meshi #mithrun #chikchuck tims #Laios please I swear you’re my fave I’ll draw you next Laios I promise Laios no don’t leave-#The mithrun one is so low resolution… Well it was supposed to be a quick doodle after all #Maybe i should post these sort of sketches I do more often #Coloring Chilchuck felt like therapy legit. Thank you dad #The mithrun one is a little fucked up but idk. It’s so aesthetic to me. Enjoy the many vers lol #Idk how long i’ll keep the new icon though #Hey my art style are you Chilchuck’s wife? Because I can’t help but feel like you left me for no reason #Jkjk my art style crisis usually stops whenever I just draw for the sake of it with no goal in mind lmao. Which is why I should do it more #Often!! I am so stubborn & stupid. Doing that shall be my New Year resolution ig #Y’all still here? Uhhh uh happy holidays good day!!

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m1d-45 · 27 days

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-Pari Anon

Pari!Reader gets sad when their leaf mask gets torn. Whether they were playing too rough or Wei (the cat in the inn lobby) tore it, they lost their mask. They have those sad anime eyes (the cutely exaggerated ones). They want to fix it, but no one else knew about that leaf mask.

They stay gloomy for the rest of the day until Xiao comes back.

The next day, they see a little replica of Xiao’s mask made from wood. It was sitting near their nest. When they tried it in, it was light but sturdy. Who could have gotten it for them? How was it so detailed? Who could have known? Oh well. Time to play, little Pari thinks.

Xiao didn’t have the heart to just leave them after he heard them crying when the leaf mask was ripped. He might have put a charm on this one so it wouldn’t break as easily.

[ previous post ]

xiao was better than this. the last yaksha, conqueror of demons, the bane of all evil himself.. searching the plains of liyue well into the night for a suitable piece of wood to carve. it wasn’t for an offering, it wouldn’t be turned into an incense bowl or statue, it was neither for a critical repair or somehow enchanted to be a danger. no, this wood would be used for a far more frivolous purpose: you.

you, who he’d been watching from the roof as you played on the balcony below. you with your mock spear and wei with his paws, uselessly batting at each other in a play fight. he thought it was ridiculous, really—your thin wings would surely bleed beneath any monster’s claws, better you learn to run away from danger—but had watched. it was harmless fun. you ducked behind the potted bonsai for protection, racing around the trunk and likely making the poor cat dizzy, when a harsh rip echoed into the night. you stopped, looking behind you as the two halves of your ‘mask’ fluttered to the floor, torn by one of the branches of the tree. his only thought was that you weren’t hurt, watching as wei tackled you off the pot and onto the floor, but you squirmed free quickly, floating over to the remains… sadly? wei followed, sniffing the leaves, but you didn’t seem interested in playing anymore. you sat by the leaves for far too long, not even moving when wei curled up beside you.

it was nothing. it was a leaf tied around your head with another’s stem, bound to rot and flake away anyway, but you were sulking the next day. he never thought he’d return to his makeshift room and have you not fly up to him with a cloud of chirps, and he quickly decided he didn’t like it. if you were sad you lost your mask, then he’d just have to get you a new one.

he kicked at the remains of a campfire, stomping out the remaining embers. an abandoned adventurer’s camp of some sort, the air free of any malicious warnings. besides the remains of the campfire were a few stray logs, likely spare firewood. he dug through the measly pile, pulling out a log. there was no rot, water damage, no sign of bugs or anything else that would ruin the wood. without another thought, he tucked it under his arm, turning and vanishing into the wind.

he had left when you were already asleep, so he could go straight to his room, but he made a stop first. yanxiao hardly jumped when he turned from the stove, though he did eye the log in his hands strangely.

“what can i get you?”

“i need to borrow a knife.”

“…” he laughed, propping his hands on the table in front of him, and xiao grit his teeth. an adepti, reduced to this… “what, did you lose your spear?”

“of course i didn’t,” he snapped, “but i’m not foolish enough to think i can use a spear to carve wood.”

yanxiao nodded in understanding, reaching into his pocket for a small flip knife. it was barely as long as one of his fingers, the handle a dark wood. “this should do, i think.” he threw the knife underhand, and xiao caught it with ease. the blade flicked out easily, sharp to the touch. “remember to cut away from you, yeah?”

his grip tightened on the knife, leaving without thanks.

safely in the shadow of his room, xiao finally relaxed. one by one, he removed his guards and charms, quietly setting them in their respective places. you were curled up in your bed as always, none the wiser as he stepped out onto the balcony. he sat facing the moon, setting his mask on the floor beside him. again drawing the small knife, he braced the wood in his lap and began to carve.

yanxiao was many things, but a fool he was not. he had heard from verr about your mask tearing yesterday, about how you sat quietly on xiao’s terrace for the rest of the day in a pout. you were a strange guest, certainly, but you were xiao’s. he kept very limited company, and those he lingered around felt his affections quietly.

when flowers had blown off their tables prior to the reception of an important guest, a mysterious bundle of qingxin had found it’s way onto the reception desk to replace them. when the eccentric xianyun had stopped by for a ‘surprise lunch,’ a small note in familiar writing on his table told him her tastes. when your small, flimsy mask tore in two… well, he couldn’t wait to find out.

he worked as usual, trading guesses with verr as he helped ferry plates back and forth. would he fetch you new leaves in perpetuity? fetch new ones from your home nation of sumeru? find a new toy to distract you? neither of them had ever met a pari before, didn’t know what you wanted or needed to thrive, but they entertained themselves with nonsense speculation nontheless.

xiao showing up in his kitchen without warning was nothing out of the ordinary. yanxiao had learned to pick out the shift in air pressure that signaled his arrival, wiping off his hands and putting the washed vegetables aside. the flat expression on his face was also routine, but the log he held most certainly wasn’t. handcarved offerings weren’t all too uncommon in liyue, especially from an adeptus, but he had a feeling it wasn’t for rex lapis or another adepti.

the next question, of course, was what he would carve. verr suggests a wooden mimic of the leaf mask and he can’t hide the way that makes him laugh, his smile wider than usual as he greets customers.

that night, if you stood just quietly enough beneath the upper balcony and the wind blew the right way, you would hear the quiet scrape of wood and metal. and the next morning, if you were anywhere near the inn, you would likely see a bright pari weaving through the levels, eager to show off their brand new mask carved by the hero of dihua marsh himself.

#m1d : [chats]#m1d : [secrets]#pari anon #WHATS UP CHATTERS #IVE HAD THIS ASK FOR 323 DAYS #FEELING GOOD (LIE)#either next up or the one after is the promised fatuiposting because. because. b. because-#pari anon pretty please dont hate me 🙏#im working on your other asks as we speak xoxo #i finally went through and logged all the asks in my inbox which ive been meaning to do forever #theres like 30+ of them but we ball we ball we ball we ball #feeling motivated n im going to try not to burn myself out again cause ngl? shit sucks #oh also happy 4/20 to those who celebrate

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pencilofawesomeness · 5 months

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“I made her feel powerless, I knocked her down and— and she still makes me feel scared.” —Satoru, So Find One And Seize It, Chapter 5

So a consequence of rereading Chapters 4 and 5 of SFOASI from The Odyssey series by the utterly incredible HotCocoaaa ( @biscaanii ) and then listening to Hawk in the Night by Maddie Buckley soon afterward is getting immediate brainrot for the most depressingly brutal piece I could start 2024 with. It worked too well for the Gojo Clan, especially Cocoa's rendition of Satoru and his grandmother, Akemi. She's a terrible woman and she fascinates me.

Go read this series guys it's so great—

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #achilles come down fic #so find one and seize it fic #hotcocoaaa #gojo satoru #gojo akemi #akemi is cocoa's oc for the fic but she's canon to me #i didn't mean for this to be the first piece of the year but my hand slipped #happy new years guys here's the crippling shadow of cyclical family abuse #next time I make fan art of this series it will be fluffy kid moments i swear #the breaking out of the cycle if you will #anyway the whole song is way too fitting for them but I just used the first stanza #though in my delirium i named the working doc gojohawks and it cracked me up #the reject ship name of sixwings lmao #but enough mixing fics I am done now I promise

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iersei · 1 year

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Day 13: New

Because what does anybody do when they get a new device?

You make it your own.

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Marcy March Prompts

~ inspired by @arcadiii ‘s wonderfully angsty fic overwritten, overridden !!!

#i swear the next one will be happy i promise #amphibia #marcy wu #marchy2023 #tossing my art into the void

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