#i keep sharing bits of it

[kalgalen]

It's dark. 

This is the first thing Arthur notices when he opens his eyes: utter darkness, thick as molasses and twice as black. The candles have been blown out. He had carefully closed the blinds before starting the ritual, which explains that neither the moon rays or city lights glow reach the inside of his apartment - effectively hiding him and his business from prying eyes.

Arthur breathes in, breathes out. His teeth clench; his mouth is impossibly dry, tasting of the ash of the branches he burned to invoke the demon.

The entity never showed up, he thinks bitterly as he sits up. All of that time spent on research, all of that money wasted on rare incense and precious herbs - and what does he have to show for it? Blown out candles, the deep cut in his left hand and a pit the size of an elephant inside his chest.

He wearily rubs his face with his uninjured hand. He would cry, but he doesn't think he has it in him anymore; instead he sighs.

"Faroe," he says, voice breaking.

The answering sound makes him jump. It's the sound of a young child, a noise of curiosity and acknowledgement. It's a voice he knows, too, that he would recognize in a crowd. It's his daughter.

On his hands and knees, Arthur crawls toward the origin of the noise; he struggles to believe it, and his hands hover a long moment in the air - before descending slowly. His fingers come into contact with fabric first, a blanket he would recognize among thousands - the one Faroe has been buried with. A tiny hand catches his index, and - oh. He can still cry, apparently.

Arthur scoops up the bundle of blankets in his arms, sobbing with relief as he hugs his daughter to his chest. Faroe makes a soft cooing noise, one that he imagines means: I'm here.

"Thank God," Arthur says. "Thank God."

God has nothing to do with this, a voice answers.

Arthur jumps again - though this time the feeling associated with it is much, much different.

"Who's - who's here?" he asks, searching the room with eyes wide open to attempt to pierce through the darkness.

A deep, unpleasant laugh. I'm the answer to your prayers, Arthur.

The demon, then. Arthur tries to steal himself, fails miserably. It was much easier to promise himself and his soul to an unknown entity when he didn't have a reason to live. Nevertheless - a promise is a promise. 

"I suppose that makes me your debtor, then," he says, and is pleased when his voice barely wavers. 

I suppose it does. Although you'll forgive me - I already helped myself to your eyes.

Arthur swallows around the fear constricting his throat. "What do you mean?"

Your eyes, Arthur - keep up. I have them. I see through them. And you. Do. Not.

The realization downs on Arthur. "You can see? Right now? Is it day outside? How long was I out?"

A beat. The entity sounds slightly taken back when it answers: It's dark, but the sunlight seeps through the cracks in the blinds. Its rays catch on the items in the room - and in the child's eyes.

At the mention of his daughter, Arthur pulls her away from his chest to look at her more easily. "Describe her to me. Please." 

A longer pause, then, reluctantly: She has curly blonde hair and is staring at you with eyes that are very blue. Her cheeks are pink. She looks healthy and - happy.

The entity sounds almost embarrassed, for a reason Arthur can't even begin to take a guess at.

"Will she be alright?" he blurts out instead. "Faroe, she - you brought her back from the dead, will she be okay?"

The voice all but purrs. Of course. A deal is a deal. Your life for hers. She's as good as new, and you - you're mine.

There's an alarm bell ringing in Arthur's head, but he quickly dismisses it, far too relieved by his daughter's well-being to care about what will become of him. "Okay. Good. Good. What… what happens now?"

You have a year, the voice explains luxuriously. Then you're coming with me. Better make the best of it, hm?

"Yes," Arthur echoes, rocking pensively Faroe in his arms. "Better make the best of it."

***

Attempts at bringing people back to the realm of the living have been made before. Arthur knows it from his extensive research and investigations. The results, however, have skewed toward failure, and if anyone has succeeded before, they certainly haven't made it public - which is the reason Arthur can't seem to relax, even once Faroe is safely tucked into his bed, peaceful and already snoring softly.

He sits down on the floor next to her, staring with blind eyes toward his open hands. The cut in his palm still stings; he'll have to clean it up soon and bandage it if he doesn't want to put blood on everything he owns.

"So," he asks conversationally, voice low enough that it won't disturb Faroe's slumber. "What's the catch?"

A noise of amusement answers him. The catch?

Arthur makes a face. "You know. Did she come back wrong? Is she going to die again along with me a year from now? Is she cursed?" 

The entity hums. There's no catch. We have an agreement; in twelve months I'm taking you to the Dark World, where every dead thing belong. And that's the end of it. 

Arthur scratches his chin. "Every dead thing, you say. Are you dead too?"

A silence, long enough that he believes he won't get an answer. Then: Maybe. 

"Maybe?"

The annoyance is clear when the demon answers: Stop asking questions. This isn't that kind of relationship, Arthur. It is a contract - one that I fulfilled my part of, one you are bound to. Nothing else matters.

"You don't know," Arthur guesses. "What's your name?" 

Another silence, this one sullen.

"Alright," Arthur sighs. "What do you know?"

I know that your eyes belong to me, the entity growls. I know that in time, everything you are will.

Arthur thinks for a moment, listening to the lullaby that is Faroe breathing. It appears the creature he has invoked isn't as powerful as he had imagined; it has brought Faroe back, but doesn't seem to know much past its ultimate goal.

"What should I call you, then?" he asks in the end.

The smirk, audibly cruel, is back in the voice. How about "friend"?

"Friend?"

I've brought your daughter back. Aren't I the best friend you could ask for?

Arthur considers the question for a moment, then shrugs. "I suppose that's true. Well then - friend. Looking forward to working with you."

***

It doesn't take long for things to go sour.

It only makes sense, Arthur thinks, to give Faroe a bath after her return - wash her from the grime of the horrid place she'd been in for too long - but as soon as he has her in his arms, as soon as the water starts running and he has to put her into the tub - he freezes.

Well, are you waiting for the water to overflow? the voice in his head - the friend - says impatiently.

"I - I -" Arthur stumbles on his words, takes a deep breath - another. It feels like his blood has turned to ice, that he will shatter if he moves. In his arms, Faroe emits a questioning noise, tugs on his lapel.

"It's okay, it's okay," he says - more to himself than to Faroe, if he's being honest.

The entity makes a noise that clearly betrays its doubts. Are you sure? You're shaking.

"I'm fine. Shut up," Arthur snaps. Faroe whines and squirms in his arms, and he tries to soothe her. "No, baby, not you."

The water is still running. It can't be more than halfway up the tub, and yet Arthur can perfectly imagine it having reached the lip of it, steadily escaping its containment to soak the rest of the room, rising, rising - and in the middle of it, limp body craddled by shallow waves, Faroe…

Arthur's knees hit the ground. He hugs his daughter closer to his chest, breathing labored, erratic. There's someone calling out to him, saying his name, and he can almost feel a hand on his shoulder, attempting to drag him out of his waking nightmare -

Arthur! For God's sake, snap out of it!

Arthur takes a large gulp of air, heart thumping hard. He blinks, and the image - the memory - dissipate. Faroe is crying. The voice only he can hear is swearing. There are tears on his own face, a pain in his throat as if someone had had a go at strangling him.

"I'm fine," he whispers. "I'm fine."

The voice quiets. Faroe does too, with a hiccup.

You're not, the entity growls. What just happened?

Slightly rocking back and forth, holding Faroe close, Arthur sighs.

"Memories. I - when Faroe died, it was - I did it." 

A silence - one of disgust and horror, Arthur imagines.

You…killed her?

"Not on purpose," Arthur clarifies, sniffling. "I - forgot. I forgot she was in the tub, the nanny went away, and I - I forgot, I'm sorry, I'm sorry…"

His body curves around Faroe as he babbles apologies. The silence drags on, accusatory. Then the entity exhales, gruff and impatient.

You forgot, it says. Before Arthur can say anything, it continues, voice softening almost reluctantly: To err is human. This was… a regrettable accident. You obviously feel bad about it. Isn't this repentance enough?

Arthur is speechless for a moment. "I can't - are you suggesting I just get over it? Killing my only daughter?"

She's here, isn't she? She's alive. You exchanged your life for hers. What more can you do?

Arthur opens his mouth to argue, closes it. Then he scowls. "It sounds simple when you put it like that."

The voice sounds smug when it answers: There you go. Good man.

It's an empty praise, and yet Arthur feels better from hearing it. He hasn't considered himself "good" in a long time - possibly since Faroe passed. Receiving it from a demon probably shouldn't make him feel as warm as it does, but, well. He'll take what he can get. 

Faroe squirms in his arms, and Arthur shakes off the last of the memories. She's probably cold; Arthur gets back on his feet, holding his daughter with one arm as the other grasps at the edge of the tub. He steadily turns the faucet off, checks the water temperature (and its depth), then takes a shaky breath.

"Here we go," he says, lowering Faroe into the bath. She produces a delighted babbling, and Arthur hesitantly says: "Does she… does she look okay?"

The voice inside his head is gentle when it answers: She looks fine, Arthur. She looks happy. I think she's enjoying the water.

Arthur exhales. "Good. Good."

[floccinaucinihilipilificationa]

Hey hey hey may 31th anon! How's 2024 going? ☆ヾ(*´▽｀)ﾉ This year I have for you a leaked Sherlock season 5 image. Thinking of you!! And everyone!!

[tubbytarchia]

Sorry, last one, swear!! I'll try and finish this by the 10th and then I will leave you all alone. I'm experiencing some long missed joy in creating this, please forgive my impatient excitement

[crabsnpersimmons]

"Slow down, Sunshine. You're not falling behind and you are loved for more than what you do for others."

[heymacy]

IAN GALLAGHER + his journey with bipolar disorder

╰┈➤ “At times, being bipolar can be an all-consuming challenge, requiring a lot of stamina and even more courage, so if you’re living with this illness and functioning at all, it’s something to be proud of, not ashamed of." - Carrie Fisher

[ruporas]

bound to want (part two) /// part one rest of pages under READ MORE after ID

[ID: 23 page digital comic of Vashwood from Trigun Maximum. The comic is in a limited palette of a dark blue, light pink, white, black, and a light beige color for Vash's skin and a mid-brown color for Wolfwood's. This comic is the second part to "Bound to Want" and is spoiler-free. The first part is linked here.

It begins with a panel close up of Vash's expressions. The sky colored in dark blue can be seen behind him. He has a neutral expression, but he holds a slight frown and the reflection of his glasses covers one side of his eyes. Wolfwood says, "Hey. What's with the distance?" In the second panel, the shot widens to show both of them, a clear physical distance separating them with Wolfwood walking ahead and Vash trailing a little behind. Vash responds, "What? I'm just walking a bit slower today..." Wolfwood looks at him with a an irritated expression, clicking his tongue. Wolfwood says, "I was going to wait for you to start... But yer just running away away."

Vash is seen looking away, unable to hold eye contact with Wolfwood as he continues, "You've been avoiding me since that night. Did ya think I wouldn't notice? It's about that dream, right? Tell me about it already if you're going to be moping like this." Vash looks slightly downwards, his brows furrowing and he starts to walk ahead of Wolfwood without looking at him and responds stiffly, "I really don't want to talk about it..." Wolfwood looks at him with a surprised expression, but doesn't probe.

A panel close up to Wolfwood's eyes as he watches Vash go on ahead before he follows suite with an irritated sigh. The panels are overlapped by Wolfwood's hand holding the bottle of the Bride with motion lines, indicating a transition in time.

A wide shot of Vash and Wolfwood in a room now. Vash is seated, his back turned away from the viewer, while Wolfwood's body faces the viewer with his eyes looking towards Vash. He rests the bottle of the Bride on the table with a "clack" and his other hand holds two shotglasses. The background is coated in a light pink.

A panel shows a close up of Wolfwood's face, his eyes looking downwards to Vash as he says, "Let's drink." Next to this panel is Vash looking up at Wolfwood, his brows furrowed and a slight frown. The bottom half of the page is a wider shot with Vash's body turned away from the viewer as he says, "I'm not going to talk about it." Wolfwood responds, "You don't have to." as he sits down.

A wide panel of Wolfwood holding the shotglass, pouring in the drink as he continues, "I'll talk." The next panel is a profile view of Wolfwood, his eyes looking down at the now filled shotglass as he continues to say, "You're..."

"... upset with me." Vash can be seen next to this speech bubble with narrowed eyes, looking towards Wolfwood. The panels are all coated in with a dark blue background. Wolfwood continues, "I can't be certain why since yer not telling me a thing -- but it's probably... my bad." The panels show Wolfwood about to bring the shotglass to his mouth but he turns way as he continued to speak, his eyes not on Vash. The bottom page shows him looking away completely with a guilty expression as he says, "I'm sorry.

If you can ever tell me why, I can try and adjust to make it more bearable. But if you're just trying to get rid of me--" The panels follow Wolfwood's certain expression as he says this, "I don't intend to leave you. I can't... and I won't." A panel shows Vash's wide-eyed expression, surprised upon hearing this, and then his eyes soften as Wolfwood again concludes with, "I'm sorry."

Vash's inner thoughts begins, a boxed speech at the center of the page and panels of his eyes, his brows furrowing again and a resigned, but frustrated expression. His thoughts starts, "Stop. I shouldn't be happy hearing that. And why are you apologizing? I should be the one to..! I can't let anything like that happen to you. You deserve to live a long steady and peaceful life. I want to be optimistic. I want to protect you, but I might end up doing the opposite." The text surrounds Wolfwood from Vash's perspective, the other man drinking out of his shotglass, his eyes downcasted.

"I shouldn't have you. And you won't leave." Behind these text is a panel of Wolfwood's eyes finally looking over to Vash. Vash's thoughts continues,  "It's so unfair." When Wolfwood sees Vash, his eyes soften and he frowns. The last panel shows the lower half of Vash's face, but tears begins to flow down his cheek. Wolfwood's hand is already reaching to wipe at them as he starts to say, "You know..."

A wider shot of Vash and Wolfwood, Vash slightly leaning forward with his mouth tightly shut, and tears steadily continuing to flow out of his closed eyes. Wolfwood continues to wipe at them with his hand as he continues, "This isn't a dream anymore. I don't know what you saw for you to be this shaken up, but whatever happened, you'll overcome it, right? If not you, I'm here too. You'll be okay, Spikey. So..." Wolfwood's expression grows more tender, "Have a little faith in me... and come back already." The dark blue starts to fade.

The wide panel has the dark blue background faded and replaced is the light pink. It shows Vash in full up to his shoulders, his eyes are still tears littered, but there's light in them as he says, "Wolfwood..." making eye contact with the other. The next panel shows Wolfwood's tender expression, his eyes and brows fully soften and he has a small smile on his lips, finally seeing the other return a level of sincerity with him.

The next panel shows the bottom half of Wolfwood's face and his hand is offered towards Vash for a dance as he says, "C'mon. We don't have to talk, but this is okay, right?" The background is now white and a ribbon flowing across the page separates this panel from the next sequence. Vash's inner thoughts continus, "I've spent too long avoiding this. It's scary to want after I've taken so much from others." A sequence close up of their hands is shown, with Wolfwood's outstretched hand on the right and Vash's reaching hand on the left. Vash gently places his hand in Wolfwood and at the bottom, Wolfwood wraps his fingers across Vash's.

Throughout the page, a dark blue ribbon starts to flow around the both of them with confetti raining alongside the effect. Vash and Wolfwood are hand and hand, dancing together with Wolfwood as the lead. The viewer can see a peak of Vash's expression, full of fondness but also a hint of sorrow as he looks down at Wolfwood. His inner thoughts continue, "I don't deserve this. I don't deserve you. But why is that even though I have these burdens, I still want to love you. I still want you to be by my side."

With a close up of their mouths, Vash's thoughts continue, the text covering his mouth, "Wolfwood, I--" Wolfwood's speech bubble covers Vash's text as he completes his sentence, "want you." Vash's eyes widen for one panel and in the next, his eyes spark, a blush appearing on his cheek and the confetti flows and spark. Tears ease up on his eyes again.

"Want me too already, Spikey." Wolfwood has leaned in enough to rest his head against Vash, a hand of his on Vash's neck, holding his nape and another hand pressed gently against his back. A ribbon separates this panel from the next, a mix of confetti flows across the page, as Vash envelopes Wolfwood in a hug too, holding him and his hand gripping tightly onto his back.

This page is just the ribbon flowly throughout the page on the white background, one white ribbon and the other a dark blue. Near the bottom, the ribbon envelopes each other in a loop. A conversation of Vash and Wolfwood is held over these ribbons, Vash starting to say, "What if I hurt you? What if you..?" Wolfwood responds, "You? How could you hurt me?" Vash, "You know what I mean... You see it everyday..." Wolfwood responds, "If you think I'm going to kick the bucket so easily, I suggest you look at me more closely from now on, idiot. I'm not that easy to get rid of."

The next page has the ribbon criss cross over the top of the page. Vash and Wolfwood can be seen in their dancing position again, Wolfwood now resting a hand on Vash's shoulder, as Vash takes the lead. Vash continues, "Well, I know that... I tried." Wolfwood responds, "But you won't anymore... since you want me... around, yeah?" Wolfwood's head cocks to the side, smiling with assurance, cheeks flushed. Vash looks at him with a wide smile and fond, loving eyes. The confetti flows across the bottom of this page and as it eases into the next page, it starts to disappear.

Vash responds, ".. Yeah... I do..." as he pulls Wolfwood into a hug again. Wolfwood says, "Not going to run away anymore, are you?" Vash says, "No... I trust you." A panel shows Wolfwood's turning away slightly with a shy expression, muttering "Geez..."

In a more simplified style, Wolfwood is seen gripping Vash's cheeks now with his hand, "Though... You do remember you avoided me for two weeks straight, right? How are you going to make that up to me?" Wolfwood asks. Vash responds with eyes closed and a pucker of his lips. A vein of irritation appears on Wolfwood's face. Wolfwood starts to squeeze at Vash's cheek with both hands, shouting, "Now that you've recovered, you're trying to be funny, huh?!" Vash says through the squished cheeks, "I'm just happy..."

The next page opens with a closed up panel of Vash's widen eye as Wolfwood's hand moves from squishing his cheeks to gently holding them and Wolfwood leans in. The inner thoughts starts again, "There's a chance I'm not making the right choice... My dreams, my fears of losing you, it will never go away. But you said you won't let it happen... And I want to hang onto your words closely this time. After all, if it's anyone who can make me believe, it's you."  The white ribbon from previous pages flows across the page and it visibly ends at the bottom of the page, enclosing the two of them as they share a gentle kiss with Vash holding Wolfwood's face, a tear in his eye.

The next pages starts with Wolfwood saying, "You cryin' again?" Vash responds, "I'm just grateful..." Wolfwood responds, "But you've always had me." Vash responds, "Being like this is different from staring at you from behind all the time though..." The two can be seen together again, Wolfwood pressing his elbows against the table with Vash leaning over him. Wolfwood is easing the tears out of Vash's eye again, just like earlier. A close panel of Vash's fond expression is seen as he says, "Thank you, Wolfwood." Wolfwood looks up at him with a small smile, gentle eyes. Confetti starts to flow lightly across the page as text starts to appear against the white background, "I'm the one who's grateful...

That you'd embrace someone like me, when I'm not fit to hold you in the first place... But I know better than to hesitate. The moment I acknowledged it, I knew I'd spend the rest of my life loving you. So, have as much of me as you want, Vash."

The final page shows the confetti gently falling down the page and at the bottom shows Vash and Wolfwood pressing their foreheads together, Wolfwood's hands cupping the side of Vash's face gently, and both of them smiling brightly with each other. ID END]

[cesiscribbles]

OK SO

I had an idea snippet for the ending of the Ineffable Family series but it made me sad and I dunno if I will ever draw it so Im just gonna share my idea with you in written form:

(btw It's not fanfic quality, it's more messy bulletpoints written out within 5min or so)

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Astra is growing up, getting older and lives a happy life amongst human society with her parents on earth. One day she falls in love with a human and they share the kind of deep bond like Azi and Crowley do. At some point Astra even announces that they gonna get married and her parents are super excited and want to make her the bestest wedding gift ever.

They wrack their brains over what this gift could be for a quite a while but nothing seemed right.

A book? To generic and boring. A kitchen aid? Nah, probably an other persons idea already. Money? Missing the deep meaning behind it.

It's one day before the wedding and Astra asks Crowley and Azira to meet at their special spot at a wonderful lonely flower field somewhere in the nowhere. They loved to visit this special place and spend hours being together, having picknicks or gaze at the stars (Yes, in this version Crowley can see stars). C+A arrive at the spot where Astra is already waiting for them and they are quite curious why she wanted to meet up here.

Astra turns around and looks at them with a smile, but it's a mix of a happy and sad one.

She knows what she would like the gift to be and she describes how she feels different from all the angels and demons and that she never experienced an existence before the beginning or witnessed when everything started. She loved growing up between humans and experience change herself. But she knows her true love, her human, will wither away in what feels just like an eye blink in the life of an immortal being.

Astra comes closer to her parents and holds their hands, telling them how much she loves them and apologizes that what she will say next, won't be easy.

The best gift, she could ever ask for is Azira and Crowley combining their powers and making her mortal.

Ofc both seem bewildered at such request and try to talk sense to their daughter but in the end they recognized that they would have done the same for their partner because a life without them would hurt too much.

With a heavy heart A+C respect Astra's wish and grand it to her.

She lives a happy life with her human, both equally growing older and A+C watching over them like guardian angels to make sure no sickness or harm comes into their house... till the day they have to say goodbye.

Astra and her love are not going to Heaven or Hell. They return back to the stars where they can be together and where A+C can see them from earth.

And then the end says

"Ad Astra"

(lat.= to the stars)

[nico-di-genova]

Race Engineer! Charles AU

“Red Bull Racing have announced that Gianpiero Lambiase will not be returning as Max Verstappen’s race engineer for the 2023 season. Taking his place will be Charles Leclerc, former Scuderia Ferrari engineer.”

@F1 via X (2023, January 03)

[smoothshine]

yet again having young royai feels on this lovely spring evening

[royalarchivist]

[A sad violin song plays over an image of a sad hamster]

Pac: This doesn't have anything to do with me – I wear a blue sweatshirt, you're crazy, this mouse doesn't even have a sweatshirt, this hamster! [Reading chat] Am I a depressed hamster?

[ Transcript continued ↓ ]*

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Pac: Actually– that's fine! I embrace that idea – of course I'm going to be depressed, are you crazy? [He hits his desk, then starts counting off people on his fingers] Fit is gone, Richarlyson is gone, Ramon is gone, Bagi and Empanada who were always there when we were there are also gone, I haven't seen them! It's just me and Tubbo, and sometimes Philza shows up.

Pac: I lost Chume Labs, I lost the Favela, I lost Murder Mystery, I lost Ilha Chume Labs, it's crazy! Look at how much I've lost, and I've gained nothing! Of course I'm going to be depressed, are you crazy?! How am I supposed to be happy?!

Pac: [Reading chat] "You have us Pac," that's true, thank you. No, that's true, sorry.

* NOTE: Please note that this is an incomplete transcript, as I was primarily relying on Aypierre's translation mod at the time and if I am not confident of the translation, I do not include it. As always, please feel free to add on translations or message me corrections.

[charcarts]

gesundheit

[myokk]

I had so much fun writing this up as I drank my coffee this morning, thanks for making the templates @kiwiplaetzchen 🥹🙏

A little bit of backstory for Eloise - I’ll do an actual drawing etc etc in the future but for now if you’re interested!!:

Eloise has a brother, Leonard (Leo) who is a year older than her (I want to draw him soon!!) and her parents are both (unfortunately 😔🙏) still very much alive. If the family had continued to the 1930s, they would DEFINITELY have been part of the Sacred 28, making it the Sacred 29 instead. Her father was an only child so he inherited everything, and her mother is Elladora Babbit née Black, the woman who started the Black family tradition of beheading useless house elves😭 (and yes unfortunately that makes Headmaster Black Eloise’s uncle😫).

Eloise was kept a secret from the rest of magic society her whole life. In my imagination, the pureblood families have so much inbreeding amongst themselves that it’s not uncommon for them to give birth to squibs. Part of pureblood culture is not announcing they’ve given birth to a child until they’ve shown signs of magic - normally around 3/4 years old at most. When Eloise never showed ANY signs of magic, she was just their shameful secret. On her eleventh birthday when it was all but confirmed she was a squib, she was burned off the family tree and spent the next five years at a muggle finishing school. Always looking to take advantage of whatever they could get, however, Eloise’s parents arranged a marriage between her and the firstborn son of a wealthy muggle landowner when she came of age.

Her family had no idea that she was admitted to Hogwarts (they cut off all ties to her and disowned her) and Leo, who had always been fiercely protective of her growing up was simultaneously devastated and ecstatic that he could see his sister again. It’s been really hard to repair the relationship though, as there is a lot of resentment that they cannot get over even though they want to😭. And, for as much as her parents dictated everything about how her life has gone, Eloise can’t help but try to work hard to get their love and approval as it’s all she ever thought she wanted. And now that she’s in a position to become the daughter they’ve always desired, she feels a lot of resentment towards herself. She feels as if she’s betraying the young girl who was abandoned by her family, because she wants their approval so badly (it will take a while for her to get over this😔🙏)

In terms of the personality I did it a bit like the sims where I just max things out bc I think everything in the middle is boring jajajaja. But:

Shy: not shy in the sense she can’t talk to other people and she isn’t necessarily socially awkward. She just doesn’t always know what to say and will remain silent if she thinks she has nothing to add to a conversation instead of yapping away (BUT unfortunately rambles and over explains herself to not be misunderstood when she does talk, THANKS narcissistic mother), and normally she wishes people would ignore her. When the Daily Prophet article came out about her “miraculous” recovery and introduction to magical society she HATED it & she HATES all of the people trying to talk to her and befriend her.

Active: NOT active as in super energetic. She just wakes up really early and always needs to keep herself busy. She gets anxious if she doesn’t have anything to do - but, she includes thinking as doing something, and often retreats into her thoughts and doesn’t realize when people are talking to her.

I think grouchy and nice can exist together so with this one I put it in the middle. She’s both simultaneously😭

Aaaand with cowardly/brave, she thinks she is really cowardly for going back to her parents so easily and wanting their love so badly, and hates herself for it (not realizing it’s an accumulation of a lifetime of emotional trauma). But lots of times when things get very high-stakes she will jump in and do incredibly reckless things without thinking of the consequences, although if she stopped to think before she acted she would definitely NOT do them. So maybe brave in actions, cowardly on the inside (IDK)

If you read all of this I love you!! I want to share more about her but this was getting crazy long jajajajajajaja😇🙏

[quinns-art-box]

(late) for gonta week day 3: friendship/promise!! because i am biased towards my faves i think about gonta and kaede postgame friendship often…. they both promised to end it, promised to keep everyone safe, but at least for now they can promise to be there for each other (and to get some rest)

plus more friends yayyyy i want them to hang out!!!

@gontagokuhara-week

[namu-the-orca]

Early 2018 I made daily drawings for a little while. Photo studies scribbled in the edge of my notebook, with a short something about the day. I wasn't in the best of places back then. A few days ago I came across that notebook again. I still love those drawings so I wanted to share some with you. Perhaps they can mean something to you too.

[gophergal]

Life on the farm

[esprei]

(wip) new emmet design...? 👀