#i’m just so exhausted lmao

[catastrxblues]

i think i’m losing my mind just a teeny bitty bit like you know just a bit bit

[mossy-paws]

PHIGHTER 15! (PHIGHTING!)

Hi tumblr here’s your food for the time being LMAOOOO anyways I like him a lot,,,,, very cool dude,,, love that he has a fursona /silly /pos

anyways! Yeah! This took about 10 hours and I speedran it in like 2 days, was it healthy? Nah. Was it worth it? I would say so! I do like how it came out and it was nice since this is the first time I’ve drawn canines in like. 2 years LMAO

anyways fun closeups too:

[the-broken-pen]

“You’re going to blow out your arms,” the villain observed. They watched as the hero merely grit their teeth, shoving themself through another pull-up. It looked painful, and if the sweat slicking the hero’s brow was any indication, it was.

They waited for the hero to let themself drop from the bar and accept the villain was stronger. But they didn’t.

Three more pull-ups, and the villain stepped in.

“Hero,” they said slowly. “You’re about to tear the ligaments in your arms. You need to stop.”

The hero blew out a shuddering breath. Struggled for purchase, fighting gravity—and let themself drop.

The hero’s hands were bleeding, calluses torn open by the bar. The hero didn’t seem bothered when their own hands shook so much that their blood began to splatter on the gym floor.

For a moment, the villain could only stare at them.

Shit.

They didn’t know how to handle this. They knew the hero was dedicated. They knew the hero was strong, and perpetually trying to be stronger, but they hadn’t thought…

They hadn’t thought the hero would be so willing to tear apart their own body for success.

It was supposed to be fun, the villain thought. They felt a little sick as the hero pressed their palms together to soothe the bleeding, an action that was practiced and familiar. As if they had done this before.

The hero reached for something in their bag, smearing blood on the side, and pulled out a roll of blue electrical tape. The villain didn’t understand why, until the hero tore a strip off and made to wrap their hands with it.

The hero would be the death of them.

They crouched in front of the hero, plucking the electrical tape out of their hands.

“What are you doing with this?”

The hero blinked at the villain like they were the strange one in this situation.

“Wrapping my hands?”

The villain hissed in a breath.

“With electrical tape?”

The hero flushed slightly, looking down at their bloody hands. They looked close to tears.

“It…sticks to skin, really well. And it doesn’t move, either, when you move your hands or wherever else, even if you’re fighting. Plus, blood doesn’t make it come off, at least, not for a while.”

The villain blinked at them.”

“Blood doesn’t make it come off,” the villain repeated, processing. The hero nodded, reaching for the electrical tape. The villain settled it out of reach.

“Not if you wrap it right.”

Dimly, the villain realized that meant the hero had done this enough times to have it down to a science.

“And you couldn’t use a bandaid?” The villain asked incredulously. The hero shrugged a shoulder, then winced at the motion.

Yeah, the hero had absolutely blown out their arms.

“Bandaids move—“

The villain hushed them.

“Be quiet for a second.”

The hero, wisely, went quiet.

The villain rubbed a hand over their face, then studied the hero for a moment. They took one of the hero’s hands into their own, studying the damage.

“Why did you do this to yourself,” the villain murmured.

“What do you mean, why,” the hero snapped. “It’s my job.”

“Your job is to save people,” the villain corrected. “Not destroy yourself.”

“I’m not destroying myself—“

“You are.”

“Shut up—“

“Hero.”

“I need to be better,” the hero snapped. Their voice rang out across the gym, echoing into the rafters, and they both froze. After a moment, the hero spoke again, voice soft. “I need to be better.”

They said it like they needed the villain to understand. The villain wondered who they were really saying it to—the villain, or themself.

“Better than who?”

“Everyone.” It was hushed, like a secret.

The villain watched them, waiting.

The hero took a shaky breath

“My whole thing is being the best. I have always been the best. That’s the only reason I matter. If I’m not strong enough, then I am nothing, so I need. to be. better.”

The hero had started crying, very quietly, like they were afraid to take up too much space.

The villain was not equipped to handle gifted kid burnout.

“There’s more to you than just being a good athlete,” the villain said hesitantly, and the hero shook their head.

“No. There isn’t.”

“Hero.”

“Can you give me back my electrical tape?” They hiccuped to contain a sob.

“No,” the villain said firmly, and then the hero really was sobbing.

“You don’t understand—“

The villain didn’t. Not really. They had never been the kind of talented that the hero was.

They wondered now if maybe that was a blessing.

“I don’t,” the villain agreed. “But I do understand that you’ve saved half the city, and you give everything you have to give, and you always do your best.”

“But I-“

“No.” The villain stopped them. “You are doing your best.” They tipped the hero’s chin up until they met the villain’s eyes. “And it is enough.”

The hero froze, eyes darting over the villain’s face. They wondered if anyone had ever said that to the hero, if whatever mentor they had was giving them anything other than orders to be stronger. Be better. Be more.

The villain had some new targets to take care of, it would seem.

For now, though, they had to take care of hero.

“We’re going to go wrap your hands,” they said softly. “And then we’re going to take care of your arms, and you’re going to take a nap.”

The hero nodded, watching them like they were some kind of good, selfless person.

“And if I ever catch you using electrical tape again, so help me, I will put you six feet under.”

That startled a laugh out of the hero, and they let the villain guide them to their feet.

“Fine.”

The villain turned to them. “Okay?”

Are you going to be alright?

The hero seemed to understand.

“Okay,” the hero agreed.

Yes.

And so, it was.

[shima-draws]

AAAAAAAAAA WAIT WAIT if you finished wci then i gotta know how you felt during judge and luffy's final conversation when he starts listing all of the qualities he thinks are sanji's worst and then luffy waves him off w/o responding and is like 'wow why did he say all those nice things abt you?' and sanji's so bashful abt it

UGLY SOBS GODDDDD I cannot believe he actually said that 😭 I love that what traits Judge sees as “failures” Luffy sees as complete successes surrounding Sanji’s character. And he was so adorably oblivious too Judge was just shouting at them and Luffy was like “Okay yeah and he’s super pretty and he has nice abs and a cute butt, what’re you so mad about?” LMAO

[ocean-breeze-pier]

No matter how I perform gender as a trans person it feels like I’m doing it wrong

[blaithnne]

Can you tell how tired I am

[versailles-black]

Hogwarts Legacy Band AU!

I got inspired so my brain came up with a whole ass alternate universe where the Slytherin’s are a popular indie band! Sebastian as lead guitarist, ominis as rhythm guitarist and Imelda as the drummer.

My Mc, Versailles is a nepo baby pop-star who took interest in the band.

Taking the opportunity that Anne sallow (the lead singer) fell ill, leading to the bands tour getting cancelled, Versailles attempts to join the band as a replacement for Anne.

Obviously ominis is not so thrilled with the idea but maybe a particular show will change the blind guitarist heart (ala camp rock style lmao an idea all thanks to choccy 🤣)

——

This will not be the last comic on this because I’m delusional and my brain already came up with a whole ass story line 😭

Ps, I based the band’s vibe to Måneskin and Arctic monkeys and Versailles’ as Olivia Rodrigo or Avril Lavigne.

[strawberrryangel]

today was a good day! *collapses into bed and sobs uncontrollably*

[pasteight]

really awkward at talking abt these things but we had a pretty sudden death in my family, and it has been hitting everyone kinda hard. I’m doing okay, I wasn’t overly close with the family member myself, but am incredibly close to people who were. I’m gonna be offering support to them, and on top of that the situation is just a lot to deal with. I have no idea what this will do to activity. Writing can be an outlet but I also know I will likely be incredibly tired for a while. Just wanted to let you all know where I’m at for the time being <3

[lemon-grey]

As much as I love angst and just generally roll around in “lovers but one of them died too soon” stories and ferdibert is perfect for this

Sometimes I like to think what if Ferdie survived Myrddin, and then you get that beautiful kind of gut wrenching moment where like

Scouring the battlefield for survivors, Hubert comes across Ferdinand, alive but struggling

And Ferdinand weakly cracks a joke to try to prove that he’s okay

And as soon as he confirms that Ferdinand is breathing and not in immediate crisis, Hubert just throws himself into a huge hug, just clinging to Ferdinand because oh he thought Ferdie was dead

Yeah….. those are good angsts too 🥲

[thatsonehellofahabit]

wampwomp.. some more SCP sketches tehehe

[covenofthearticulate]

it’s a christmas miracle my in-person meeting at work got cancelled so i get to stay home today AND it’s storming so hard!!! FINALLY i get to snuggle up in bed and enjoy my favorite weather

[manasurge]

Ogod, my schedule for the next two weeks are such ASS. wtf… I’m going to be SO FREAKING TIRED and so freaking depressed. I hate it I hate it I hate it.

[oflgtfol]

there’s been a few episodes of s4 so far that don’t feature john, not in the actual in-universe way, but due to the actual narrative structure/delivery of the episode: the nightmare episode where arthur was just trapped in his own dream for the majority of the episode, and then the butcher episode that was entirely from collins’ pov and so he obviously cannot hear the voice inside arthur’s head.

both episodes were enjoyable for these specific narrative perspectives that we don’t typically get, and i appreciate that, but also i miss john :( and also i’m very nervous. i don’t think it’s a coincidence that we, the audience, are being isolated from john at the same time that arthur is beginning to feel that john is “slipping away.” what with the unspoken implication that john is lying about something to protect arthur, and the way he’s been sort of forgetful recently (?!?!), it’s like, AHHHH. i’m afraid

[jess-abides]

Happy Monday

I’m 🙂 grateful 🙂 all 🙂 the 🙂 fucking 🙂 time 🙂

[m-e-w-666]

i’m so tired i feel like no one around me wants to talk about palestine and i’m tired of trying to make people care, i’m a bit tired in general so i think i need a week or so of break