#voila voila

[plantwithoutplot]

Here is an example of why I am working o so slowly on the newt chapter of Speak Up, Boys!

[monempathieetmoi]

Cette année je suis très chanceuse : pour mon anniversaire en novembre ma maman m'a offert du parfum. A Noël aussi.

J'ai perdu l'odorat en septembre.

Blagueuse va !

[kenapiece-main]

Can you believe I'm having to make this meme even after successfully finishing up taxes and applying to job

[beccadrawsstuff]

AU by Honeqqu where Bill gives up on world domination and marries Ford and becomes a weird supernatural grunkle

[fah-ren-heit]

been thinkin about how my ethics professor back in undergrad was like.

look. there’s no such thing as perfect altruism. you’ll always get something out of helping or being kind to others, whether it’s a stronger relationship or returned kindness or just the feeling of having done good. there’s nothing inherently bad about getting something from doing good either, especially since it’s completely unavoidable. people being rewarded for putting love into the world doesn’t make the world a worse place. so just do as much good as you can and don’t worry about being “selfless” while doing it, because being truly selfless is in fact impossible.

and like man did that take the pressure off of Being A Good Person!! you’re allowed to enjoy helping people! you’re allowed to be kind without worrying that you’re maybe secretly just doing it for yourself!! it’s okay if you are doing it for yourself because you’re still being kind to others!!!!!

[starkspi]

someone shoot me pls

[le-panda-chocovore]

20 jours... 3 semaines demain.

J'ai finis les chocolats qu'il m'avait donné. Ils étaient délicieux, je les ai tous savouré avec plaisir.

J'ai commencé à écouter les vocaux qu'il m'avait envoyé. Ca fait mal de l'entendre comme ça, j'ai pris plusieurs pauses et j'ai seulement fini le premier.

J'ai fini par ranger les t-shirts qu'il m'avait laissé. J'ai failli les ressortir hier soir, mais au final j'étais tellement fatiguée que je me suis juste endormie devant mon ordinateur.

Je relis un peu nos conversations parfois, mais seulement les récentes, pas celles d'avant, de quand tout allait bien. Je pense que je suis pas encore prête pour revivre nos souvenirs heureux.

Je dors chaque nuit avec la dernière peluche qu'il m'a offerte. Elle est tellement douce, tellement cute, ça m'apaise un peu.

J'ai utilisé le V. qu'il avait acheté pour moi. J'essaie de me réhabituer à la sensation de plaisir sans l'associer à un souvenir négatif. C'est différent, seule, mais ca semble marcher.

J'ai perdu le poème calligraphié. Je sais plus si je l'ai jeté ou si je l'ai rangé quelque part. Mais je crois pas que ce soit grave. J'ai pas besoin de le retrouver.

J'ai mis l'argent dans une enveloppe, j'ose pas l'utiliser. J'ai un peu honte de me balader avec. J'ai l'impression de profiter.

Je pense à revendre certains des cadeaux, ceux que j'utilise pas. Je les ai mis dans une boite dans mon armoire pour l'instant. Peut-être que je les donnerai à ma sœur.

J'ai annoncé à une seule personne IRL que c'était fini. Ca m'a fait un pincement au coeur de dire "mon ex" à voix haute, c'était bizarre.

Je cherche où mettre son mot. Je dois trouver un cahier ou un classeur ou une pochette. Je devrais pas le garder afficher sur le mur comme ça.

Je sais pas si je renomme mon ours ou pas. Il a toujours eu 2 prénoms de base, peut-être que je vais juste garder l'autre du coup, même si je le trouve triste et un peu ridicule.

J'ai annoncé à Selkie qu'il y a eu "divorce." Bon, c'est une peluche et il a jamais rencontré son 'père' donc je pense qu'il s'en fiche, mais moi j'ai pleuré. Il m'a consolé.

J'alterne entre la playlist de rupture et la playlist d'amour, selon mon humeur. Les deux me donnent envie de pleurer, ceci dit. Et de crier aussi. Ca fait du bien et du mal à la fois. Bizarre.

Je recommence à passer du temps sous la douche. Des je revis nos dernières conversations dans ma tête, des fois je zone out juste. Mais c'est pas une bonne chose.

Je zone out et daydream de plus en plus souvent. Je me vois réexpliquer encore et encore pourquoi je pars, de toutes les manières possibles, avec plein de métaphores. Il ne comprend jamais.

J'ai fini d'enlever nos dates de partout. Même sur Steam, c'était le dernier car j'y vais jamais. J'ai gardé les screens ceci dit.

J'ai bloqué son numéro il y a quelques jours. A cause d'un pavé reçu littéralement 10 minutes avant un exam. Je suis trop stressée en ce moment pour gérer tout ça en parallèle.

Je dois avoir 7 ou 8 post en brouillon sur lui. Certains datant d'avant, des poèmes non finis que je peux pas supprimer. D'autres datent d'après, des pensées trop désordonnées pour être publiées.

J'ai repris la rédaction d'une vieille fanfic jamais postée. Elle me fait douloureusement penser à cette situation. La phrase phare : "aimer, ça ne suffit pas."

Je suis sur le même livre depuis 2 mois. Une histoire d'amour triste. D'habitude j'adore ça, mais là... J'ai jamais mis autant de temps à lire un roman. Mais je sais comment ça va finir : mal.

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Voilà, je crois qu'on va s'arrêter là pour le journal de ma vie ? Je sais pas si y a d'autres trucs à noter, je suis fatiguée, j'arrête pas d'écrire depuis 4 jours avec tous les devoirs qu'on a à rendre et tous les exams qu'on passe.

Je pense que je vais reprendre Grey's Anatomy petit à petit du coup, j'avais arrêté de le faire seule pour regarder uniquement avec lui, mais va falloir que je me réhabitue... Je vais essayer de continuer de jouer à Stardew Valley solo aussi, j'aimais bien ce jeu, c'est juste que mon attention est facilement détournée.

Bref... Toujours pas à pas, parfois un de travers, parfois un en arrière, mais je crois que j'avance. La direction est moins importante que le chemin.

[parisoonic]

sunday mornings are the best 🌅

[ane-doodles]

Make it turquoise!

Cult of the Lamb Narindersona and Lambsona :D

Special thanks to @linkerbell for motivating me to draw, name and finally share them

Below information extracted from a conversation on discord:

Aneerinder:

(Using he/him for this occasion)

I wanted to maintain both the theme of the felines and the god of death but with a bit of the Japanese aesthetic that I like and other details that I usually use in my drawings.

First, the species is still a serval (like my Narinder) but in white. The stripes and spots they have are painted by him himself, except for the ears and tail, which are natural.

Instead of just making him the god of death, I wanted to base him a little more on the idea of a prophet, who receives messages from the future and teaches them to others if you ask in the right way. He is considered the writer of destiny, even though as such it is outside his area, how someone lives or dies is outside his power, he only receives them and archives the stories of their life.

Based on this idea of a writer/illustrator, the idea was born that his hands would function as a writing instrument (similar to this character in the movie 9 who had pen(? fingers to write). Constantly gushing ichor from these using them as ink…

Jumping to the moment of imprisonment hehehe

He is partially blinded using a paper talisman behind his head. To prevent it from being able to write or create something with the ink/ichor, it is surrounded by water, so that the ink always runs.

He also ends up being immobilized with red ropes as an allegory to the "red thread of destiny", especially his right hand is especially tangled to prevent him from continuing to "write the destiny of the gods". To prevent the ropes from breaking there are also paper talismans hanging from them.

In short, prevent him from writing/drawing in any way in order to keep the destiny of the gods in his hands. He ends up becoming dependent on other senses, little talking, much listening.

He loves stories, after all his job as a god is also to record the lives of mortals.

Their followers could ask for glimpses of their futures, which were considered predictions.

When someone dies and reaches the other side, they are given a scroll with a copy of the record of their life.

I'm still thinking about how to draw him, but if I design a shape for him as a follower, I'll most likely end up wearing glasses to see.

You will never in your life get him to close the haori he usually wears.

Aniki:

Ok lamb, she/her this time

The lamb genocide occurs during an expedition trip. She coincidentally returns to her village the day it is destroyed. Easily resigned, once she finished digesting the idea that she was the last of her kind she had no choice but to move on.

She's not built for combat, she's even terribly bad at dodging (like me qwq) which is why she dies often.

[Here I have an inside joke in which the god tells her "I may be blind, but I clearly see a lot of death in your future" jsjsjs]

Their crusades mainly consist of collecting resources and trading with traders.

She is very good at managing the cult, to the point where in the first five years it was already self-sustaining. She is also usually quick to meet the demands of her followers and thereby increase the faith of the cult, avoiding at all costs giving sermons because she is too shy to do so. Despite this, in casual conversations with cultists he often talks about the god of death in a way that unconsciously raises their faith.

She never takes the cult on herself, because she couldn't be interested in the idea of taking that burden on herself, which is why all the cult's statues and decorations revolve around the cat.

Now, having a self-sustaining cult and a faith that is constantly growing, she ends up having too much free time, so she spends her time putting together a collection of objects she finds around, making decorations for the cult, playing and exploring.

When she dies she tells stories of common events that occur in the cult, and in return the god tells her stories of past lives that have reached his domain. They have a constant exchange of stories which is what allows them to get closer.

She changes over time (new design yipee) and the crown upon returning to the god grants her a blessing in which she becomes the "eyes of god"

The new design only has some minor changes from the original.

Since she never had the ambition to take power, divinity never affected her.

She only had small surges of devotion and power that made her possessed by the god and that way she was able to defeat the bishops (similar to what a writer would do with his characters)

[malotte00]

Armand 🩸

[iamhereinthebg]

Some old or/and unfinished tbhk stuff

[snailtaco]

Hey, y’all. Was feeling a lil bit silly and goofy so now this exists :)

[hurlyburlytopsyturvy]

nobody:

mfs with ROYGBIV eyes:

↓↓ rewfewence ↓↓

[gallifreyanhotfive]

[thebiggestmenace]

[h0e-y]

The pretty booty genie is granting wishes, can I get another?