baileyboo2016

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even if mankind was capable of love in the end // there's no place for me among them, is there? // my heart cries, it hurts, so remember me // even if mankind was capable of love in the end // there will never be a day where i'll know of it, will there? // today hit me like a brick

even if we were to go back to the first day of mankind's existence // there would be no memories awaiting us there, would there? // that would be all the more saddening, so smile back at me // even if we were to go back to the first day of mankind's existence // i wouldn't have the right to live among them, would i? i was a bit too weak...

even if i were to light that final flame // i'd just feel guilty, wouldn't i? // i remembered wanting to truly bloom // i've reached it - a love ʍoɹɹos that imitated my true self

even if mankind was capable of love in the end // there would be no proof i lived among them, would there? // it's true that i don't deserve it, but remember me // ninety-nine times, i've wept in solitude - surely, there won't be a next time // i've finally found myself... // and just like that, my sorrow came to an end - slowdowner

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i've finally finished this thing that's been sitting heavy in the back of my mind. this song truly reminds me of in-ho, but there are parts that remind me of gi-hun also... when it comes to how they view themselves, they are very similar

i'm glad i finished this thing in time for season 3 (with 7 days to spare lol). with both in-ho and gi-hun's solo pieces done, they needed a finale where they were both featured. they are not only connected through art style, but songs too! all three songs are made by the same producer, whom i love - rokuro. give his music a listen, it's good!

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Chat if you have discord pls report the account users.assist11335 it is a SCAM thank you

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Chat if you have discord pls report the account users.assist11335 it is a SCAM thank you

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ended up drawing Hilda too, she’s lovely <333

>Zelda

>Link

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will make post with all main humanizations when i complete en-x and en-hallow

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all entity references

and entities heights compared to my arlyn

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messy delusional office doodles :o

stalker staring menacingly behind an oblivious summoner (who did not in fact summon it.)

and summoners new mechanics with the higher threat entities like hand

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I HATE DELULU PERK ISTG ONE WRONG MOVE AND YOURE COOKED BRO ITS LOOK AT THE FLOOR SIM AND IF YOU LOOK UP YOU DIE TO A DELUSION AND IF YOU FALL IN THE BACKROOMS OR WHATEVER ROOM YOURE DEAD EVERYTHING IS INSTAKILL (you have 1 hp)

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I couldn't resist doing this with her.

Write an r/AmITheAsshole post told from your OC’s perspective. (Bonus: include replies from your other OCs.)

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Write an r/AmITheAsshole post told from your OC’s perspective. (Bonus: include replies from your other OCs.)

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Mia McAllister moodboard (and dress to impress cosplay)

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You’re not depressed. You just need $250,000 in your bank account.

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You’re not depressed. You just need $250,000 in your bank account.

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Firstly, when you get this, you have to answer with 5 things you like about yourself, publicly. Then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool)

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1) I like how much fun I have when i draw

2) I like how I can make people laugh

3) I like how well I have done in school

4) I like my inner child

5) I like my passion for math and ability to do it well

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Delusional Office: EN-006 (Hidekiller)

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Gulliver moodboards

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too soothe the ache, take this self-indulgent headcanon that junho cannot be away from his brother for long after the games end. not after everything. not after almost dying to find him. not after thinking for years that inho was gone. he got him back now. sort of. older and guilt-stricken and stitched together with silence. but still. back.

and yeah, inho survived. barely. and now he lives with gihun in this little apartment not far from junho’s. they’re trying to build something together — something small and quiet and safe. and there’s love there. real, raw, complicated love.

but that doesn’t stop junho from spiraling. junho still panics. like. all the time. some nights it hits him out of nowhere — on the way home from work, in the middle of brushing his teeth — this cold, sharp fear that something’s happened. that his brother’s disappeared again. that the island got him back. that he’ll call and no one will pick up.

so he calls gihun. always gihun. never inho. because sometimes inho doesn’t answer his phone, and that sends junho into free fall. so it’s gihun who picks up, groggy and half-asleep.

“…hello?”

“is he there?”

“he’s asleep.”

“are you sure?”

“junho-ya,” (a sigh, not annoyed, just tired and understanding) “he’s fine. come over if you need to.”

and that’s the thing — he always does. every single time.

junho shows up still in uniform, smelling like the city. gihun just opens the door wordlessly and jerks his chin toward the bedroom like, you know where he is. go on. inho’s always already asleep, sprawled in the middle of the bed with one arm flung toward gihun’s side of the mattress, like he’s been waiting for someone to fill the space.

and when junho finally climbs in — cautiously, like he doesn’t want to intrude — inho just… shifts. half-asleep, barely even conscious, but he reaches for him. tugs him closer. curls into him like he’s part of the bed. like it’s not weird.

thats what gets junho every time. how inho never startles when he climbs into bed. never flinches. never stiffens. not even when junho wraps around him like a weighted blanket set to max cling. and it’s not subtle — sometimes it’s full-body contact, arm flung across his chest, face smushed against his temple, leg hooked over his thigh like he’s trying to absorb him. anyone else would probably push him off, or at least blink awake with some kind of confused noise.

but not inho. he doesn’t even open his eyes. just makes a quiet little sound — something between a sigh and a hum — and shifts minutely, just enough to let junho get his arms around him properly. sometimes he murmurs something like “you always do this,” but it’s fond and sleepy, not annoyed. the most resistance he ever gives is a groggy “you’re squishing me” before nuzzling deeper into the pillow and going straight back to sleep.

he never pulls away. never moves like he wants space. no matter how tightly he’s being held — even when junho’s got both arms around him like a vice — inho stays soft, warm, steady. like his body just knows this is junho. and that it’s safe.

and then — of course — gihun crawls in.

he doesn’t complain. not even when junho is clearly hogging the blankets and using inho as an emotional support body pillow. gihun just rubs his eyes and slots himself in on the other side, draping an arm over both of them. one hand on inho’s hip, one sneaking under the edge of the pillow to find junho’s elbow or wrist or whatever’s available. he’s the final piece of the inho sandwich. the structural support beam. the human bed rail preventing anyone from falling off.

and he never asks questions. never grumbles about space. he just mutters “jesus, you two are like koalas,” and closes his eyes. sometimes he gives inho a little squeeze, just to remind him he’s there. sometimes he nudges junho’s foot with his own in a quiet “you’re okay.”

and in the middle of all that — crushed but peaceful — is inho. sound asleep, absolutely buried in limbs and blankets, clearly thriving. his face is all smushed into the pillow, hair sticking up in ten different directions, mouth slightly open like he’s dreaming about samgyeopsal or whatever else it is that keeps him calm these days. he looks absurdly content for someone being physically restrained by two grown men.

he’s not overwhelmed. if anything, he’s the most relaxed he ever is — limbs tangled with theirs, breathing slow and steady, just letting it happen. letting himself be loved by two people who keep holding on like they’re afraid he’ll slip away. and he doesn’t mind. not even a little.

sometimes, if gihun shifts or junho squeezes too tight in his sleep, inho lets out this tiny sleepy grunt — the kind you’d expect from a cat who’s being slightly inconvenienced but still refuses to move. and then he goes right back to dreaming, soft and warm and so, so okay with being the heart of this ridiculous, too-small bed pile.

and honestly? he kind of loves it. he’d never say it. but he loves it.