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tsum adoption day

Thought this one suited himm

Here’s it with a diff background :>

sa pagsikat ng araw, nag-iiba ang aking mukha. minsa'y may eyeshadow at eyeliner na nakapalibot sa aking mga mata. kapag sinipagan, tiyaka na ako maglalagay ng foundation at concealer. minamadali ko pang ituyo ang aking buhok, kapag ito kasi'y natitikwas, pakiramdam ko na hindi ito ang tunay na 'ako.'

pagsapit ng hapon, ang utak ko'y litong-lito. ano nga ba ang tingin sa 'kin ng mga taong ito? kilala lang naman nila ako base kung ano ang nakikita nila sa akin: maitim ang buhok, magandang lagay ng eyeliner, ang mga matang 'di na masisilayan dahil sa mahabang bangs. nakikipagkuwentuhan pa rin ako sa kanila, para lamang may kasiglaan at kasabikan sa buhay kong walang-galaw.

nang bumangon na ang buwan, bumabalik ako sa tunay na 'ako' nais kong itanggi. nagpapakita na ang aking maiitim na bilog sa ilalim ng mga mata kong pagod, nawawalan ako ng paki para bigyang-pansin ang magulo kong buhok, ni hindi ko na nais mamuhay nang masigla. sa mata ng ibang tao, aakalain na ako'y gumagalaw na para bang isang manananggal — sumisipot lamang para pagsamantalahan ang mga taong namumuhay nang tahimik at mapayapa.

kahit mukhang gumagalaw ako gaya ng isang manananggal, wala naman akong kakayahan na mag-iba ng buong katawan kung kailan ko nais. sa paglalagay ng kung ano-ano pang pwede sa aking mukha, iyon pa rin ay tanging akin. hindi rin naman ako kumakain ng bilis ng isang buntis. kinakain ko kung ano kinakain ng tao (tulad ng kare-kare, hindi dugo). binubuo ko ang aking sarili. ang kapangitang nakaloob sa aking sarili ay siyang bumubuo rin sa 'kin. ako ay ako, kahit sirain ako mula balat hanggang buto. tanging paglipas ng panahon lamang ang sagot para matanggap ko ang sarili kong 'ako.'

i don't get why people think rocks are useless. in fact, sometimes i feel more useless than a rock lying on the side of the road. that rock could have come from a garden of flourishing flowers for the aesthetic appeal, or maybe it contributed to the soil formation of the ground. i'm not as important as a rock; i'm just a completely average person. i understand this fact because it's been long since i've come to terms with this. but being surrounded by extraordinary people who are as bright as diamonds merely makes me feel like a fake and just as useless as how people view rocks. sometimes i feel that it would have been much better if i was a rock that was constantly kicked, run over, or thrown into the distance instead of living as someone just average and completely useless.

the look of love (for writers)

"it's all in the eyes i was once told"

catching the stare of someone across a crowded room

subtle furrowing of eyebrows beyond a blank facade

coldness easing into warmth

a fond mothering gaze

corner of the lip nudged upward

forced glower/glare as they break underneath

batting their lashes, playful

a boisterous laugh

intrigue piercing the stoic

proud smugness at the other's success

lingering glances

a childish joy bursting through

pupils dilate

eyelids shut in a look of peace, calm and trust

look of longing/betrayal

"there was once a time when they were mine"

terseness

features fold into a scowl

an urgent flinching back

coldness returns (as though the warmth had never come)

lips part then purse

invasion of shock

slow stare at the floor

the ripple effect of a swallow

frustrated breath/sigh

bitter laugh in reminiscence

dread tearing through the seams of their composure

look of hatred

"darkness"

mean smirk- teeth bared grimace- scowl

dismissive gaze

gaze of contempt/impatience

threat lowering the voice

sardonic goading grins verging on manic

rolling one's eyes

flicker of irritation in the eyes

stares stubbornly ahead despite distraction

gritted teeth, clenched jaw

fierce biting remarks

even measured complexions betraying no thought

strangling oneself back from violence

utter apathy

murderous silence hanging in the stare

snobbish laughter

smiling at another's downfall

“omg you’re so creative. how do you get your ideas” i hallucinate a single scene in the taco bell drive thru and then spend 13 months trying to write it

chapter 275

okay. you know there's this scene in chapter 275 where chu wanning rushes to the site of mo ran's trial on his cutesy "paper " dragon?

i love that scene so much.

cwn cries.

2ha is majorly from mo ran's pov, and before 275 you get plenty chances seeing mo ran wallow in guilt and struggle between loving cwn and confessing to cwn what unforgiveable things he did in his past life --

and cwn loves him, he's shy about his love, but since they established their relationship up till this chapter, cwn is mostly passive in the relationship -- i don't mean this as a bad thing, but you don't really see what cwn wants -- he's very very much permissive with whatever mo ran wants to do with him, and he doesn't say no.

but in 275, he fucking cries, he lies low on the cutesy paper dragon and weeps, because he fears for mo ran the judgement that would come onto him.

he tears up so little, like meatbun says everyone just thinks he's the unreachable "white moonlight" the most honourable person in the world -- but for mo ran he breaks down, gets really vulnerable, and at the end of the day he is just a lover freaking out for the atrocities their partner is about to suffer.

also in the scene where cwn consoles mo ran in his semi-confession/breakdown, and the ending scene where cwn flees back their home at the nanping mountains, cwn is leading taking charge in their relationship and it shows, how much he loves mo ran, how deep the love is.

their relationship and experiences are so fucked up but i love their love so much it's fucking beautiful.

He was still holding Shen Qingqiu’s body, which was rapidly cooling down. It seemed like he wanted to call for him loudly and forcefully shake him awake, yet he didn’t dare to, as if he was afraid of being scolded. He said slowly,

“Shizun? Why aren’t you drawing more SV art as an SV main???”

You might think that txj is distressed because, in the midst of despair, he realised that everything he has ever cherished has been burned down to ashes by a mind that doesn’t belong to his body and he doesn’t quite understand why…

In reality he just broke his favourite mug (he and cwn had matching ones)

Edit: I fixed the missing sleeve

You are my sweetest downfall

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My art for the Timeless: 2024 ranwan calender zine on Twitter

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“Be careful. Don’t hit it again.” Chu Wanning’s voice was deep, like porcelain submerged in a creek, steady and dignified. It would have been a striking voice to listen to, if one weren’t listening to it through a shroud of hatred.” 

no i actually love that classism is made present and obvious in haikyuu so much, like it’s made to fit so well as an important theme

the difference between the public, private and state schools is so obvious and, imo, well done (e.g. shiratorizawa vs seijoh vs karasuno)

furudate also hits on the urban/rural divide in terms of resources, security, educational standards, etc, and how that affects the tokyo teams compared with the miyagi ones, as well as others

it gets a really good balance between “ppl from lower income backgrounds can and do succeed”, and “ppl from privileged backgrounds have a far higher chance of success” and i love that

some of my favourite examples under the cut, in no particular order

kageyama and ushijima in general, and in their relationships with everyone honestly, but especially hinata and oikawa

“what have you been doing the last three years”

ushijima’s metaphor with plants growing in the best soil (in which the best soil is an elite public school) vs “i am hinata shōyō, from the concrete”

that line is so. fucking good.

karasuno’s vb team struggling to get access to the gym and daichi competing with other teams for facilities

the whole “you should have come to shiratorizawa” thing, especially ushijima and oikawa’s conversation after aoba johsai loses to karasuno (it’s really well done in the stageplay, i can’t find the link rn)

actually i feel like a lot of the fandom’s memes and jokes with ushijima stem from lines that are some of the most poignant examples of class dynamics

hinata cycling over a mountain to get to school

karasuno’s coaching team compared with the other ones, and the patchiness in having reliable teaching supervisors in the past

the timeskip jobs. shiratorizawa, nekoma and karasuno come to mind for me as schools that illustrate this really well.

also the difference in types of schools (e.g. dateko being a technical college) is really interesting when it comes to timeskip. actually, i feel like this’ll end up a whole extra post

the parallels and differences between tanaka, kyōtani and yamamoto

team records of making it to nationals, e.g. shiratorizawa dominating the miyagi prefecture

the roles of parents and the notable absences in many instances

‘the lucky ones’, i think is the chapter title translation - the one focusing on ushijima and sakusa post-timeskip - it’s a really good chapter

nekoma’s motto being ‘connect’ - it’s a key team value, but also highlights the privilege of being well-connected and living in the capital city. it also affects their timeskips, facilities, ability to hold training camps, etc

the everyone-knows-everyone vibe of the town karasuno is in. really hits the nail on the head.

tokyo having an extra team in nationals as the event sponsor slot (i forget exactly what they call it)

it doesn’t diminish the impressive abilities of the players who went to public schools (like sakusa, reon, etc) but also acknowledges the ways class privilege helped them to get where they ended up and i just think that’s a really good balance

oh yeah i live in the uk so in case there’s confusion, us public school = uk state school. public schools here are an extra elite type of private school (eg. eton, harrow, etc)

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So a very interesting phenomenon has been happening to me the past few weeks. In which Vil shows up in my thoughts to poke me about my bad posture. Like, I never thought Vil invading my thoughts would go like this 💀

At least it's in character for him XD

| Diasomnia Harpy Hare animatic 🐉🦇⚔️ 🐊 | Book 7 spoilers |

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This was one big project, but I love how it came out! I’m fairly new to coloring and rendering, so this was quite the task for me. I’ve discovered that Diasomnia isn’t as hard to draw as I thought (except you Silver, you were very difficult to draw). Shoutout to @soleilthedeity (currently banned) for helping me come up with ideas! I hope you guys enjoy the animatic :)

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Malleus is an interesting character, because let’s be honest, he has the emotional maturity of a teaspoon, and I say that affectionately. He’s got a superiority complex, but can you blame him? He’s the crown prince of Briar Valley, naturally he’d at least subconsciously believe that he’s better than others! He pushes people away, not on purpose of course, which leaves him feeling very lonely. People are scared of him, but I feel like Malleus doesn’t completely understand why, what he’s doing wrong. Lilia was never scared of him though, and when he met Yuu, who wasn’t scared of him, he found them amusing, and that amusement slowly grew into affection. He grew attached to them. When he got the news that both Lilia and Yuu were leaving him soon, he felt like that new happiness Yuu gave him and the comfort of Lilia was all going to be ripped away. He doesn’t want to face the idea of things ending, of being alone. But nothing lasts forever.

Worse even is that as prince of Briar Valley, he’s incredibly powerful. His powers are supposed to keep his subjects happy, and he’s used to being able to do pretty much anything with his powers. But he can’t save Lilia, he can’t make him younger, make him healthy, make him stay. In a sense, his overblot kills three birds with one stone! Lilia doesn’t die, Yuu doesn’t leave, and he won’t ever be alone. Plus, they’ll all be “happy”! Except Malleus’ understanding of happiness is shallow, he doesn’t quite grasp it properly. Of course, like all the others, what they did was wrong, but like all the others, I empathize with them and understand why they did what they did. I can relate to Malleus, his desperation, his fear, because at the end of the day he’s still just a child who is going to outgrow everyone he loves.

(Since I play English and read the spoilers, my information/analysis might be wrong! If that’s the case, definitely let me know in the comments. This is all also just my interpretation, so if you disagree with my takes I’d love to hear your interpretation and thoughts!)

"we're even now."

a couple of beetles

Vanguard \o/

The Coffin of TWST

(I’m sorry for my bastardazation of their style- I just thought it was so cute 😭)

Ahhh this has got to be my highest effort spoof- I told myself I’d just draw my faves in the style but no- I present to you coffined Ramshackle

[Ramble]

Okay… but talking more about the actual worldbuilding of TCOAAL? THERE’S MUCH POTENTIAL AS A DYSTOPIA! We got corrupt government, capitalism, cults, and demons! So much to dig into-

If I were to make an actual AU… I think it’d be interesting if it plays out as episode one. The setting of the apartment alone already has enough ideas to work with- Yuu, who was supposed to be visiting, gets quarantined into the apartment as others are convinced they have the parasite. Will the rest of the TWST cast be neighbours or guards? Both would be neat. (Grim’s just an entity a nearby cultist summoned that is demanding Yuu to give him their room for a shelter-)

JUST FRAME THE HALVES AND CALL THEM A WHOLE !

The prince and his Physician. A role-reversal au based on a dream I had that I wanted to draw something for. More ramblings under the cut

In this au, there is a kingdom of men where the briar valley once stood. Silver, the heir to this kingdom, has been the only member of the royal family for centuries, the result of a curse that causes him to die before he's old enough to ascend to the throne and reincarnate days after his passing. Silver's immortality was once a symbols for the kingdom's permanence, but the repeated death of their monarch every two decades or so has left the citizens with perpetual, generational sorrow with seemingly no solution as no one besides Silver was alive when the curse was placed.

A few centuries after Silver was born and it was believed the last full-blooded fae in briar valley had either abandoned the land or died, a draconian fae child is found in the brambles. This fae, given the name Malleus, was brought to the kingdom at the request if the prince and raised as part of the royal court with the express purpose of becoming the royal physician/chemist. It is believed that Silver's curse, as everlasting as it seems, was placed on him by a fae with extreme magical prowess and if anyone has a chance of breaking it, it's another fae. The kingdom believes that Malleus will be able to break the death curse and allow Silver to become their immortal king.

However, Silver has other plans for his chemist. From an early age, Silver requested that Malleus use his talents to find a different kind of solution to his curse that he can never tell anyone. He wants Malleus to find a way to stop his reincarnations entirely and let him unburden his people with the monarchy. Whether to fulfill the request of the kingdom he calls home, or the prince that took him in is in Malleus' hands.

hair holds memories

Let’s meet again, Yoo Jonghyuk.

doodles after watching the movie! 🐱🐦‍⬛

Why must you love me for my memes?

I'm joking, don't worry I appreciate everything.

Anyways, I have no idea what I'm doing with this piece. Enjoy.