Lumichi Week 2022 doodles

I know it goes against the whole point of the story of TLOU but I want to see Sarah survive. I want to see sarah and joel navigate this new broken world that is slowly repairing itself into something not quite mundane but the closest it can get over the first few years after the outbreak begins. I want to see sarah grapple with this new side of her father she never knew existed and that is exists solely to keep her safe in a world where death is always inching closer. I want to see them go from suffocating military outposts to abandoned houses in the middle of nowhere where they jump at each noise. I want to see Joel teach Sarah how to shoot a gun and ready herself for the kickback because she’s still so small and he doesn’t want her to get knocked over from it. I want to see joel struggle in his role as a protector to try and keep his sweet little girl young and innocent as long as he can but he can’t. She’s experience the horror just the same as him and changed because of it and one day he looks at her and realizes she isn’t the same little girl that woke him up on his birthday because he slept through his alarm, and she never will be. I want to see Joel get into an argument with her because shes buying into the firefly propoganda just like Tommy and god damnit he can’t loose her too. I want to see them shouting at eachother before they go dead silent and sit next to one another and he pulls her into his arms as tears run down his face because she’s all he truly has left. I want to see these two settle down in that shitheap apartment in the QZ and Sarah doing whatever she can to make it feel like home. 

what i eat for dinner has a lot less to do with what food i have in the house and more so if anyone is in the kitchen (extremely scary) or would catch me getting doordash (extremely embarassing for some unknown reason)

Ayan: I win.

Akk: I'm literally pinning you down.

Ayan: I know.

mmg,, i might hiatus again,,,

I'd hate to do it, but there's no joy in crab posts as of right now, and also as of a long while ago.

Managing messages and responding to people in replies and being tagged and all the stuff in inbox is. a lot.

I never intended or expected crab blog to get this big, and it feels like such a chore to do at this point. Not that I dont like it, and not that I dont enjoy the fellow crab lovers, but it's certainly overwhelming.

That plus other socials and such that I manage and real life stuff is just. IDK, it's a lot. Usually, if I get to this point, I just drop off, maybe delete the account if I really can't stand it, but I'm definitely not going to do that here.

At the very least, I'm going to empty out the submissions that have been piling up, but after that, I'm not sure. I may not even get through all of those, I've already been relying on those for a long time at this point, and I think that's pretty obvious.

It feels like a hassle to deal with those anyways since most people don't even identify what type of crab it is that they submit, so I have to take the time to find it, which is usually not at all easy. There are so many posts that I've just had to guess what to tag it as because I just don't know, and there's no solid answer that I can find, at least not usually.

Which is also partially my fault, I've never said anything about it before, and I never specified it at an earlier time to make incoming ones less stressful to deal with, but even so I just. I don't know, I don't.

I don't know exactly when it'll happen, but it's the most likely thing to happen from here. I think I'll modify some stuff about how I handle the daily-crabbys blog to make it easier on me when I come back, but I'm not entirely sure what that'll be. I've never managed a successful daily posting account before, I haven't the slightest clue how to make it all easier on me.

Sorry that this has gotten so long, I didn't mean to rant. There's just so much that I feel like I need to say.

This isn't something coming out of nowhere, and it isn't going to be immediate. I've thought about wanting to do this for a while, and I know I did this already not too long ago, but I didn't really change anything for myself, so I'm just burnt out a lot faster.

Sorry again, both for the length of this and the fact that it's going to happen, but I've just got to make things better for myself before I carry on long term. I really just fucked myself over by not doing this the first time, but if I don't do something about it eventually then I'll just end up hating this blog too much to continue.

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today: maya carves a jack-o'-lantern

Forget school actually please send hate to distract me from no money I'm so hungry o(-( dunno how much longer I can go with the 1 food item per day money saving scheme to attempt to afford rent

i hope every artist i commission knows that when i express excitement and want to see wips and shit i am NOT trying to hurry them whatsoever i am a nosy bitch who likes to see the process of creation and it makes me super excited for the eventual finished product which i am never in any rush for

like. i get apologies so often for how long something takes and literally yall its okay. take your time. i will wait months. i don't care. i just like to see wips. they're like yummy little treats before i get to the feast

i put on disco music on workplace to make a statement and by now it is eating away my sanity (abba my beloathed) but i'm committed to the bit. the music stays.

i am so sad. im just having sex w guys to feel smth lol. im super tired and my eyes r fucked up im gonna get food and then just go to sleep i think ahaaa. maybe see someone again tnte bc im the loneliest girl in the world

The Hephaestus Station: Home of Sleep Deprivation

How have you been?

-✨ Anon (Sparkles Anon)

Oh. Hey, long time no see. At least it feels like a while, anyway. I suppose I'm doing...

Kim stops to reflect for a moment, basking in the emptiness of the room. Ever since she woke up she'd been feeling... off. Not outright miserable, like she might have expected; just a weird mixture of what she was fairly certain was shame, anxiety, a staggering amount of affection she was struggling to grasp, as well as the usual sprinkle of guilt.

She wasn't going to be broadcasting all of that, of course, but... She starts in again, frowning a little.

Well, I've done better, but I've definitely done worse. Some intensely mixed feelings, really. Struggling to accept and understand some things, I guess. I'd probably be doing better if I was actually trying to do that? But I'm just kind of... I dunno. Trying to enjoy myself, in spite of myself, if that makes any sense. I can get around to the scary stuff later.

Like when it takes me by surprise and I'm forced to. Joking, sort of. We'll see. How are you doing? I keep hearing about you and your dating life, so it must be pretty riveting to be reaching me of all people. Hope it's going well?

With that, Kim shuts her eyes and blindly hits send, only checking that it's sent privately- she's decided not to censor herself, just this once. It's fairly vague to begin with anyhow; a harmless little thing.

It still leaves her weary, heart pounding irregularly in her chest. Restless, she finally pushes herself upright in Ramona's bed, swinging her legs off the side so she can put her head in her hands and stare blankly at the wall. What is with me, lately? Why am I even doing stuff like this? Am I this desperate to talk to people? There's a long, sort of confused pause in her head- white noise frizzing about as she lets out a low groan. Then why the hell does it make me feel like this when I do?

A little dizzied already, Kim sighs and flops back down, eyes shut tight as she faces the ceiling in a sprawl. After another pause, she has a passing thought- I should be medicated.

I'm going to self medicate when I'm finally home. And then I'm going to play the drums for seven straight hours or until Joseph and Hollie manage to get my sticks from me. Or until my kit is a smoking pile of cinders. Fuck, maybe even take another nap somewhere in between, who even cares..

i just spent the last twenty minutes watching youtube vids about greenhouse academy and am most likely going to start a rewatch today as well. you got this show in my brain with one post and an ask rosin. that’s fucking impressive

i dont think its completely my fault lmao greenhouse academy is just addictive as hell. it is like if weed was a show. i hope you rewatch it. i hope we both rewatch it. amen.

sharing a kiss in a heavy downpour of rain . / ikki and darcy! <3

we're going to close our eyes and imagine we remember what this was... a kiss meme surely... homosexuality win / @dangaer

one would think the starshowers something suddenly reverent to the very white rabbit who had chosen so violently to shun the skies they fell from, the excitement with which he carries himself through kingdom streets covered in stardust turned rain. it's crystalline, soft, more akin to snow than water, yet still drenching the wonderlandian public caught without umbrella or shawl from head to tail ... he'd find it all rather improper, to feel the cold soaking through jacket and bow alike, were he not so focused entirely on the man he'd caught sight of. his own umbrella, consequently, had been dropped among the chaotic bustle.

his heart beats a tick too fast, eyes alight with relief and something so undoubtedly unmistakable beyond — for all his melancholy and pomp, no one who has seen the two of them on their adventures through wonderland thus far has ever doubted, even the red queen herself, that darcy had ever looked at him with anything less than reverent love.

"alice—!!" he calls out to ikki in the only way he can, surrounded by the panicking populace. bumped shoulders go unnoticed and apologies not muttered, that being perhaps the greatest offense of all. darcy white is not known for being an emotive individual, not to the rest of wonderland. solemn, dismal, mean : he's only polite where it matters, but no one has ever quite seen anything like this. it's the first time in the entirety of their story weaved throughout a history of a million years, that the white rabbit has ever given chase to alice liddell.

"you're alright—!" at last much distance closes between them, the bustle of the kingdom parting ways from them to keep out the way. all for the best is it ... he hardly stumbles to a stop from his sprint, so much as he slams into the other man. his hands reach out before he does to soften the impact, of course, gloved palms cupping ikki's jaw where he secures his footing as best he can. he'll have to apologize, all the same : he steals a kiss from him rather abruptly the moment he is close enough, crashing into it more than pulling him forward. the slick ground makes him stumble, too — no manner of preparation for the gesture could have kept him from falling victim to the elements. he barely manages to catch the both of them before they fall via quickly dropping an arm to catch ikki's hip. quite unlike him, though, he doesn't care much for elegance this time around.

his ears fold back in silent embarrassment, but disobedient to the racing of his clockwork heart, he doesn't pull away from him immediately this time, no matter how flush his skin from the tips of his ears 'neath the fur, to the tip of his nose. if anything, he doubles down to seek another kiss deeper, no matter the similarly blushing public who seems to have caught their rosen alchemist in a moment most tender.

but he can't stay like that forever, chest to chest and heartbeat to clock tick, caught 'neath the raining stardust. where the hand that remains brushes its fingertips along the hume's jaw, he presses his thumb to ikki's chin and pulls 'way from their kiss, rather than parting his lips. dramatic a display of affection it may be, it would be impolite were he any more intimate in public — and while they were both soaked through by rain, to boot! he's truly gone mad, at long last.

and as stars must fall to the ground, so too is the white rabbit's inevitable encroaching demurity. the moment he pulls back, though not far, and catches his partner staring back at him... "o...oh! pardon m—" he straightens, startled, but doesn't let him go, so much as he simply loosens his embrace, as if unsure what to do with himself. his arm ends up hovering, awkwardly, where he'd had it wrapped around his waist. "i was... i was relieved, that's al—... i was worried about—"

he'll hear no end to the murmurs. they're already starting. not that he cares, really, but there is a heated blush rising up the back of his neck.

"i—i'm glad you're safe. i was looking everywhere for you." now time is speeding up. his heart is starting to get a bit too fast. he clears his throat, retracting his hand, trembling, from the man's face to rest over the bottom of his own instead, attempting to hide his embarrassment. "i—...apologize for my lacking decorum."

He's having happy blooms today

oh i went to barnes today and got shimanami tasogare vol 1 :D