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in case you couldn't tell im going so crazy over your sol drawing how could you it's so amazing and then WRITING ABOUT KOM. KOM. im never over him.

10/10 artwork. im going to stare at it and cry now. sxjgxhjxgjs.

AJDKFKS I SAW AND IM SO FLATTERED I READ EVERY THING U WROTE

I love Sol, I love angst, I loved :] kom and the writer inside of me can’t let things be without a little angst lol so i just had to write that,,

now i feel obligated to draw more kom angst lol-

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The fall of the Stratos…

“ You fought for this lot. “

no matter what they do, it always fails. no matter how many times or cycles, they can never save them. can never save him.

kom can’t be saved.

why do you keep trying?

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ive yet to attempt to woo nomi, cal, or tammy and complete some finer details of specific routes but here’s where i stand with my meagre 50-60 hrs of gameplay take it or leave it :)

teenage exocolonist has been my latest hyperfixation and i am in actual love, i would marry this game were it possible i love it so freaking much

My tierlist.... please share yours I wanna see ur tierlists.......... https://tiermaker.com/create/i-was-a-teenage-exocolonist-1498063

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death incarnate

v good game, very much love this one — they’re all so fun actually and the art is so good i want to study it more. i will be spending a few hrs a day periodically until i have unlocked the full story (i already broke free in like 16 attempts - thats good right? i hope so) and mayhaps will do some more art later

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Currently thinking abt Jingliu’s story quest, spoiler’s ahead beware —

I’m thinking about how much of an impact Jingliu’s torture had on Blade and how fucking devastated Jingliu must’ve been to go through with it. I’m thinking about how Yingxing must’ve still been reeling from the new effects of the abundance and his possible regret and grief for ending up as the very thing he hated and swore to fight against—

I’m thinking about the way Jingliu must have chased him down after hearing or- or seeing and experiencing them attempt that resurrection and feeling utterly betrayed by two of her closest friends— two people who were supposed to be Baiheng’s closest friends— (How could they do that, how could they do that, how could they do that?!) —and swinging her sword, the Shard Sword (the one he made— the one he gave to her), at him mindlessly and hurt, with the intent to make Yingxing feel the same way.

I’m thinking about how Yingxing must’ve first felt when he died — the first taste of nothingness to cleanse him of the utter agony of devastation and grief, and then the horrible feeling of everything when he was resurrected again. I think about the way Yingxing, so open and honest, feeling so deeply, must’ve ley out a sob when his chest began to heave again. I think about the way Jingliu must’ve watched with tears of frustration and agony shining in her own eyes. (You did this to yourself. I failed by not stopping you but you and Yinyue-jun were the ones who disgraced her memory first — you have no right to cry like that!)

I think about the way Jingliu must’ve made a conscious effort to destroy his hands— his pride and joy, the ones that made the Shard Sword she turned against its creator. I imagine her throwing it on the ground after the first— or one of the first few of his many deaths, telling him to “Rise” and “Stand” to face her, forcing him to fight over and over again living over a hundred deaths as punishment for what he did.

I think about the way ‘Yingxing’ must’ve slowly died in this process of hours or days of endless torture and punishment with his heart as an artist splayed out and destroyed, flesh bared and heart unbeating as the artist in his mind marvels at the beauty and fantastical agony that became his existence until he no longer thinks; mind rewritten with Jingliu’s preachings of “The three who must pay the price.” and her merciless sword techniques and lessons. I think of how Yingxing, the existence that he was, had truly been killed and warped in all the suffering Jingliu imparted on him — and I wonder how they could ever mend that bridge again.

I think about Jingliu stopping only after the hundredth death as now Blade stands on steady feet with muscle memory from the past nth deaths until Jingliu turns her back with her final lesson and parting words; satisfied, but not fulfilled, by the way she’s carved her presence and regrets into Blade’s mind and body irreversibly. I think about the way she spared ‘mercy’ to him by leaving him astray and to escape the Xianzhou and Luofu. I think about the effort it must’ve taken Blade to chose aimless wandering over eternal sentence… or maybe that too had been Jingliu’s choice.

I think about Jingliu, walking away with nothing but white noise and mara screams, echos of the past, filling her mind until her body gives out from restless days of fighting Blade, forcing onto him the punishment she so strongly believed he deserved — because she couldn’t rest until the lesson had finally set in, what kind of teacher would she have been if she had? I’m thinking about the way her body collapses to the ground like a puppet cut from its strings with no one to catch her and no one to see her at her weakest as she mourns for everything they once had but can never have again because of what they did. Because of what all of them have become.

And finally, I think about the reports that must eventually reach Jing Yuan at the divine seat of foresight. I think about the way he must feel; knowing one of his friends is irreversibly dead and the other three have torn each other apart in that grief. I think about how destroyed he must be, choosing between his duty and his lovers— but finding all too much fault in the choices they made and the suffering they have caused. I think about the decisions he would have to make and the punishment he’d have to invoke on Dan Feng becoming Dan Heng in spite of his emotions, because he is the last one left. And if no one else can remain on the Luofu then he must be the one to carry their memories.

I think that the High Cloud Quintet are irreversibly scarred by themselves and by each other, and I wonder how they’ll ever be able to mend things.

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inktober 2023 day 6 - golden

skipped day 5 bc ngl wasn’t doing great but im better now! and i love how this piece ended up — everyone meet dao hartdall. he’s from the same universe as zilch from day 3 and is absolutely gorgeous when decked out in his noble regalia. he’s still cute in less fancy clothing, but not as regal for obvious reasons.

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inktober 2023 day 4 - dodge

look at my baby, hes abt to go off and commit some crimes !! or escape from the law after committing them idk smth like that

was dreading today bc ew action poses but i had fun w this! and i love drawing tulip, i need to draw him more

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inktober day 3 - path

my oc in a sort of witch hat atelier au bc they’re standing on those glowing paths that coco loved at the beginning. their name is zilch and i love them very much!

they’re not specifically a witch hat oc but they absolutely fit the aesthetic and would, in fact, make an absolutely amazing brim hat.

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inktober day 2 - spider

its totally canon that behind scenes the spiders got lose in the stellaron hunter base and silver wolf deleted exactly 11 out of existence, blade ruined three separate pieces of furniture, sam did.. idfk what and elio just let this all happen because he found it funny.

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inktober day 1 : dream (nightmare)

featuring towa from slow damage & maya’s hands

i love the composition of it, hate the colors and rendering. might try again at the end of the month maybe but i won’t beat myself up abt it now cus i can’t put 120% into every single one of these drawings and it do only be day one

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reblogging cus its technically that time of the month again anddd im too lazy (busy) to make another aha

TWISTOBER !

i couldn’t find any inktober style challenge for twisted wonderland that I rly liked so I went “Fine. I’ll do it myself.” SO #TWISTOBER I hope any creative spirits, writers, artists, etc. who want to will join! I’d love to see if you do !

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Twisted wonderland birthday broomquet series ✧

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New twst leaks hello??? And STITCH AND CAPTAIN GANTU ARE GONNA BE IN THIS EVENT???

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“Don’t choose the wrong king to serve, you shitty commoners.”

frame redraw technically?

Blue Lock has become my latest hyperfixation <3

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i just binge read Blue Lock the other day and just found out their canon heights and

WHAT THE ACTUAL F U C K

ISAGI’S 5’9”???? NIKO’s 5’8”??? NO TF THEY AIN’T.

NAGI (6’3”) IS CANONICALLY TALLER THAN BARO (6’1”2/3) AND REO IS ONE OF THE TALLEST AT 6’1 BUT ZANTETSU IS THE SHORTEST OF THE ORIGINAL TEAM V TRIO AT JUST 5’10”???? THIS DOESN’T MAKE SENSE.

REO LOOKS TINY

BAROU IS SLOUCHING D O W N TO LOOK AT NAGI BUT NAGI’S 1 AND A 1/3 INCH TALLER

WOULD LIKE TO REITERATE THAT NAGI IS SUPPOSEDLY HALF A F O O T TALLER THAN ISAGI.

WHAT R CANON HEIGHTS?!?!?! MAKE THEM MAKE SENSE.

I reject ur reality and rewrite my own, Ikki Niko is like 5’5 at MOST, preferably 5’4 or smth like that. Isagi is comfortably also 5’6 or lower. The tall ass bitches can keep their height BESIDES REO AND NAGI WHO R NOWHERE NEAR 6’ IN ANY REALITY. THANK U FOR COMING TO MY TED TALK, GOODNIGHT.

(tho fr tho, was I the only one who didn’t know abt this or did other people sense smth was off as well??)

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this post is like 60% of the reason i ended up committing so hard to Étoile — and i didn’t even follow the prompt correctly </3 I’m writing it slow burn strangers to lovers canon compliant ambiguous ending

but! if all that in a KafHime relationship sounds good regardless then I have a fic.. it’s only one chapter so far and 10k words but i have a fic

I refuse to leave this earth until I devoured the 86k words enemies to fuck buddies to lovers hate sex sneaking around mutual pining happy ending kafhime fic which doesn't exist (yet)

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IF U’VE EVER LOVED ME U’LL READ ÉTOILE PLS I WORKED SO HARD THIS TOOK ME A MONTH ILL LOVE U FOREVER IF U READ OK HAVE A PREVIEW

PAIRING ; Kafhime, Implied Void Archives X Welt Yang

TAGS ; slow burn, strangers to lovers, canon compliant, first meetings, angst, romance, flirting, drama, stellaron induced subplot, and more! (I promise its good pls check it out u the wont b disappointed)

ÉTOILE

The Nameless stands barefoot in the shallows, waves lapping against her legs, dress evading splashes of ocean. Her red hair and white dress sway with the breeze, standing out against the murky horizon stunningly but she doesn’t glance once into the distance; eyes fixated up towards the sky. Towards the stars.

She looks like she belongs there, instead of being tethered down to the earth, Kafka thinks a little breathlessly. She’d been pretty before, certainly, but it’s a different feeling entirely to watch her marvel at the space above.

Kafka’s heart thrums unsteadily, unsurely. She wonders if she’s making the wrong choice; has accidentally weaved a knot into the brocade where it needed to be smooth.

She makes the choice regardless.

“Careful now, Étoile. You’ll get lost in the universe if you stare up into the stars for so long.”