#could a depressed person make this?

[dulaman-na-farraige]

Post-Angband Maitimo process

Some linedrawings for future colored sketches. I'm going to share an autistic speedpaint video too, it's going to be really messy

[hersterical]

It’s been roughly 8 months of me having a near continuous desire to stick Faith Lehane into a blender, turn her into a milkshake, shake up that milkshake in a small sandwich bag, study it under a microscope, and then drink the milkshake. All while wearing one of her jackets.

[vabonesyart]

[blackfire-fanfiction]

Recording how many words of fanfic I read per day (April 1)

Today: 294,001 words Yesterday: (40,171 words) Top this Month: 294,001 words

heh 50 fics on the dot

I read all of the one-shots in the hoard, and read a few of the 2-5 category. I’m starting out the month strong by reading over a quarter of a million words. Which means I could get over 2 million read by the end of next week

I am behind on asks though, I’ll get to them sometime I swear-

[Fics I read today under the cut]

Chapter 13 of Until I Reach You Again by Acornz, morning_sun, stormy_nyx  Three Red Turtles by Magical_Persona  my garden blooms (just for you) by intxicatedtears  Just Don’t Let Go by aliennopossumm  it stays there until you die by skittykitty  May we be reunited by spiromachia  I Feel You by GriffinStone  Find Your Family by this ones for turtles (WisteriaParfait)  a lesson in trust by katterv  Those Sleepless Nights by Amaranthyn  Mikey’s Cookbook by FightingGoldButCoda  Consequence for Indifference by Professor_Anxietree  Chapter 22 of The Last Ronin Becomes a Discord Admin by MelonPalooza  sugar crash by VaguelyVibrant  Hiraeth by MagpieCrown, SkylerSkyhigh  Homing pigeon by pitterpatterpot  they wanted heaven from me (i gave them hell) by spoopdeedoop  Give me that thing that I love (I’ll turn the lights out) by clandestineClairvoyant  Once a Jones, always a Jones by E_gant  The Why of Things (Turtles All the Way Down Remix) by slipstream  Call me up, when you need a shoulder to prop you up. by donnie (someguysnotes)  To See Another Day by teainthesnow  Empty Shells, Empty Soul by avengersasssemble  Chapter 3 of death's confrontation by BluetoothCat  Just A Man by H2Ready4U  Ballet by Harper_Skelli  Guardian by Harper_Skelli  all that i am has led to here by catatonicatnap  I'm not cold, the blue tint is natural! (But I am sorry.) by TheKawiiBear  Brother-hen Instinct by pyritegirl (orphan_account)  Caught a Bug by IBrokeThe4thWall  A Soul with Two Faces by GreenGoddessSmoothie  To Be Or Not To Be by GarbageCanFics243  What Makes a Family by KJDreamer  Tea Time for Turtle by pickledcarrotsandradish  nefarious Issue Number Two by bobtheacorn  That Old, Duct-Taped Vista by Nyomio  You Know I Love You by pickledcarrotsandradish Apocalypse Seers by Sam_The_Friendly_Ghost  Family Webs AU by bex19974  colors of the rainbow by MikeWritesThings  Ineffable Hiraeth by Leozi  Lonely Leo Au by Wrenny_Fang_03  Chapter 17 of Hey, Donnie? For future reference? This is NOT how we manage things by BoStaffsAreCool (Heyifyouthinkofausernameletmeknow)  For A Better Time by CartoonHostage  Chapter 13 of Mystic Malfunction by VanillaVengeance  Sr. Hueso, After Hours by obsessedwithstardust  Chapter 11 of Last Grain Of Sand In The Hourglass by TjLockticon  Chapter 22 of In the Bottom of the Bottle (I see your reflection) by BeeCeit  The Stolen Warrior by EpicE02 

[nonebinary-leftbeef]

Graphic design is my passion

[abyssruler]

no thoughts. just zhongli’s territorial instincts rising up after you return from fontaine stinking of another dragon’s scent. and neuvillette nuzzling his face in your neck to scent you every time you have to leave for liyue.

[worlds-forgotten]

My small contribution for now....it’s about the vibes

[zeropro]

[jade-len]

i think it'd be funny if someone transmigrated as xin mo. the goddamn evil sword. instead of taking it seriously, they just really fucked around with bingge. and, somehow, ended up having the opposite effect of what it's supposedly rumored to do.

picture this: bingge, on the quest for revenge and power, comes across the almighty xin mo. this demonic sword killed everyone that dared to even try wielding it. and, the few who were lucky enough to have it by their side, eventually succumbed to the swords' will.

it is said that the sword is unlike any other, that it etches into your head and eats away your brain, until eventually it consumes you whole. it whispers, speaking in lust, greed, and hatred. it slowly beckons the wielder into giving in to the worst part of themselves and feeds off of pure sin. but to him, it is no matter; luo bingge will surely tame it.

and then he gets to the sword.

demonic qi practically oozes from xin mo. the aura surrounding it makes every part of luo bingge scream, "run; get away, away from that monster." his gut prods at him, begging bingge that this is probably a really bad idea. it's a little terrifying, how even luo bingge, the determined, vengeful demon, is now getting second thoughts about wielding xin mo from just being in its presence alone.

but luo bingge is too, a monster. so he ignores the screams of plea; pushing every thought of doubt in the back of his head, and tightly grips onto the handle. the world around him seems to spin and shake, tumble and crack, from the amount of force bingge needs to use in order to pull the sword of sin out of its place.

when bingge finally has it perfectly fit into the palms of his calloused hands, he hears whispering. he knows that the sword has accepted him as its new host.

the sword's language crawls up to him, as if it were feeling around his body and mind. checking every nook and cranny for it to settle into bingge's form, truly becoming one with the embodiment of sin. the words flow through his brain like a tragically broken guqin, a melody that holds him in a frighteningly familiar trance - all while simultaneously eating away at his brain in the worst ways possible, akin to a child and their favorite snack. it seems to beckon something, but even with luo bingge's impressive hearing, he cannot make out any words from the tone-deaf musical notes xin mo sings.

and then, it is clear. the land around him settles, and everything is still. xin mo itself seems to be.. content. at least, that is what luo bingge believes.

the language of this wretched sword reflects the state around these two monsters.

luo bingge expects it to demand for bloodshed, for the erotic ecstasy of multiple women, for bingge to steal the last of the finest gems of these horrible, vast lands.

instead, he hears this:

"yoooo damn that shit was crazy. did you see what i did there? man, you know, it feels so fucking good to get out of the dirt. hey, do you know if people can like, feed their swords or something? i'm kinda craving something spicy. we never know, in this wack world! wait, don't hold me like that, buddy. it'll make things real awkward."

but luo bingge is determined to get his revenge, so he puts up with the swords' constant rambling about.. whatever the hell it's thinking.

"wait, dude, did you seriously fuck a dying girl? that's wild. yeah, like i know she was dying but it doesn't sound like you wanted it. yo, listen to me, consent is very sexy."

"HAHA hey, dude, sir, man. you wanna play some 'i spy'? we don't have anything else to do. no? too bad, we're playing it. i spy a loser who doesn't wanna play i spy. hint: he's holding me right now."

"okay i know i'm supposed to be this super evil sword and beg to be used - woah that sounded real wrong - but can you at least clean me when you're done killing shit? if you don't, i'm gonna refuse to respond to you and you'll look like a dumbass trying to wield me."

"i can't hear you lalalalalalala you're not being very it girl right now lallalalaalalalla-"

somehow, this is worse than if xin mo was actually eating away at his brain.

weirdly enough though, as luo bingge starts spending more time with this weird ass, seemingly possessed sword, it starts to become more of a.. comfort to have it by his side than pure annoyance. he finds himself responding to it more, like, actually having full on conversations with it. it puts him at ease, wielding xin mo. the hatred doesn't consume him, instead, it seems to soothe the burning rage (and, admittedly, just replace it with small irritation) that holds onto his darkened heart.

xin mo is actually quite kind and caring, for a sword that's supposed represent and be the literal embodiment of sin. sure, it is a hassle to have it cooperate with him sometimes, and it does just ramble on and on about the most random things ever, not giving a single shit if bingge was in the middle of sleeping with maidens and slaying those who get in his way. for the first time, bingge feels so comfortable around something.

it's.. odd. what was supposed to be the turning point in his life, a big step in his plan for revenge, is now something akin to an... acquaintance. not like mobei-jun, or any of the women he's come across, but an actual, dare he say, friend.

sometimes, he finds himself thinking all of this delusional. is this what people were driven mad by? perhaps they simply could not handle dealing with a talking sword. he understands that xin mo was undoubtedly unbearable to be around at the beginning of their alliance, but it has never actually beckoned for blood, power, and sex. if anything, it does the opposite.

maybe he's the delusional one. maybe this is xin mo's way of getting to him.

maybe, xin mo should be considered a thing. the thought feels terribly laughable, as if he were witnessing a person horribly explain themselves. it also makes his teeth grind together in pure agitation.

"hey, you know, you didn't deserve any of the things they did. it wasn't your fault, binghe. the fact that you're half heavenly demon doesn't make you a monster, or any of that wild stuff.. uh, i'm here for you, okay? i know you don't really like talking about all of this or opening up, but i just want you to know that you can.. talk about it. it's not like i can tell anyone else, anyways.

hey- shit i didn't mean to make you cry! wait, wait it's okay to cry! you need to let it out anyways, i promise it doesn't make you weak. there, there. i don't have any hands, so me patting you on the head with my handle will have to do. there, there.. everything will be alright, you'll be okay. i'll be here every step of the way, even if you want to get rid of me."

xin mo, the demonic sword, is more of a person - a good person - than anyone he'd ever come across.

...and then bingge and the xin mo transmigrator become besties or he falls for the damn sword. knowing him, he probably doesn't even know the difference between platonic and romantic attraction anyways. maybe bingge gets a plant body for xin mo using airplane's wack writing. idk i typed all of this down in one sitting.

(plot twist: it's not that the transmigrator xin mo had the opposite effect, it was literally just a placebo effect. luo bingge thought that, and thus it actually did help him lmao)

[wishiknewwhatiwasdoingwithmylife]

Shoko „who after a long sloppy make out session holds her cig to your mouth and makes you inhale it but laughs cockily when you get into a coughing fit and coyly says ‘aww poor baby, you take Gojo and Getou at the same time, on both ends but can’t handle a ‘lil cig’ and takes pitty on her pretty baby and kisses it all better again” Ieiri

[diningwiththeasquiths]

The Bear + The Onion headlines

[theladyigraine]

silverstone 2023 you were a real one

[izzypaw]

silly

[carlyraejepsans]

i don't think I've ever enjoyed a birthday party with friends as much as today i am genuinely getting a bit teary eyed

[cryptiduni]

“white mourning.”

[beksboys]

holup he might be on to something