Latest Posts by sandwichmyonetruelove - Page 2

Here are some pictures of one of my cat (+2 where we can see my sister). I felt like I needed to share it with someone.

I literally just woke up n am so happy to be woken up w ur cats 😔🙏

I LOBE UR CAT 🐈 ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

If I posted more oc art or stuff would anyone like it? I just have to know

(Casually drops by with this Argenti sketch I did and dissappears back into my covers)

I LOVEEEEEEEE UUUUUUUUUU!!!!! <3333

Venus as a boy

I've been having argenti brainrot lately, he's such a comfort character dhdjdjdnd

beauty

Guys what is it gonna take for one of you to make a sebastian solace x reader

If you're struggling to write sex, write food. if you're struggling to write food, write gore. if you're struggling to write gore, write sex. They're all variations on the same themes.

Cooking up some Sunday art rn, probably won't be done in another billion years

Plz plz plz plnzpl z lzlz there art is so crispy I just wanna

THIS ARTIST IS STUNNNNNINNNNG OMG PLZ I'M BLESSED TO BE ON THE SAME PLANET AS THEM

Jing Yuan's fans are the...wildest.

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And Gantu would've gotten away with it too if it weren't for the meddling kids 😂

GRIM IS SO ME CODED I CAN'T 😭

He sat with Malleus to beg for snacks

Yolo if anyone saw my previous post this is my Boothill in that one page

Ugh idk I think I'm starting to hate my artstyle bc I just hate this one 😔

I can't take it no more, I have like 3 diff artstyles in one page.

Y CAN'T I JUST STICK TO ONE

I just love love love LOVE that I'm the type of person that will take forever to fall a sleep in new places.

I will toss n turn ALL NIGHT. If being in the same room with family if it's like a trip or smth annoy them bc I just can't sleep but then WAKE UP THE NEXT MORNING AT UNGODLY HOURS.

Like after just barely falling asleep u mean to tell me my body forces me to wake up early too??? Great...real great...it's just fantastic. (Count ur days u worthless piece of a meat bag)

Currently me at the moment

Gotta feed my followers 😍 (it's literally just me n my loony self)

Take my Boothill doodle I finished at 1am

PLZ Y ARE MY OLD ASS POST BEING LIKED 😭😭

Guys 🤭🤭🤭

Look who came home using the ten pull we get from Silvers bday. It's confirmed, Silver is the favorite child 😔 Sorry Malleus, love u tho <3

How would you react? (reblog and tell me for part 2 >:3)

Maaaan I gotta make a collage of recent drawings I've done bc I just haven't been posting them 😔

One day...one day

Errm guys my Xiao is looking a lil different 🧍‍♀️

(Genuinely about to start tweaking bc I thought I got him but it's just Jean...)

School doodle that I did in economics instead of paying attention 😍

(Also used a pen that was on the floor that some girl thought was mine and I didn't have the heart to tell her it wasn't mine 😭😭)

EXCUSE MUA???

CROWLEY IS GETTING AN SSR CARD?

WHAT THE FUCKKK????

Who is she?

[This is a my own small drabble for a oc of mine. It's a genshin oc, ilomilo by Billie Ellish and Who Is She by I Monster really fed into this. Thinking of just doing a oc word vomit one day ong]

The dull ache intensifying as their ragged breaths filled the small space. Images of a woman that looked so much like them flashing through their head. Vision blurring from the real world to something that looked so familiar.

But how?

Who was this mystery woman that had their exact face? It was as if the 'thing' they are now is a fake. Her bright smile and gleaming eyes, mockingly staring back at them. As if to haunt them, to tell them that this is just all a past memory. Something they'll never have again but can only crave.

Crave...

Crave?

How could they crave something when they've never felt it before. Right? Their supposed to not feel emotion. So why is it that they are haggard in a small crumbled ball, feeling conflicted. The cool metal lab floor digging into their knees.

It hurts...it hurts...it hurts

WHY DOES IT HURT!?

"A....ye.......Aye....sha..." A muffled distorted voice pushing through their subconscious. As if someone was trying to gain their attention. The splitting headache just making it unbearable for her to withstand. Finger nubs digging into the ruby locks that fall over their shoulder.

Palm flat against the shell of their ear, trying to block out the mess around them. Eyes squeezed shut in hopes that these flashes of this woman would stop. Gasping and eyes shooting open at the feel of an all too familiar gloved hand. The leather making her skin burn, but in this state, a small part of her wanted to lean towards them. Wanting to seek something from them like a distant memory.

"Ayesha!" In front of them stood what everyone referred to as 'The Doctor'. Someone that they refers to as...their creator.

His mask staring back at them as their blood shot eyes stared up at him. Kneeled before them, head fuzzy like they were stuck in a trance. Vision coming back into focus at the swipe of something on their cheek. Gaze tracking down to the material of the doctors glove that was just a few centimeters from them. A glossy substance on the pad of his glove. Reaching up to touch the area that he had touched, fingers ghosting over the mystery substance. Pulling back their hands to examine it, squinting at the clear liquid that had rubbed off on themselves.

Finally focusing on the feel of the wet liquid running down their face. These were...tears?

"Was it happening again? The visions of the woman?" The same question he would repeat whenever they would get like this. It sounded more like a inspection question then one from concern. It's always been that way, as long they can remember at least.

Feeling the urge to hold back about how vivid they became. Even though it was against their training to keep secrets...this time they felt as they should. It was just gonna be the same process as before, it always was. This incident would just be erased from the little memory they had. Most parts of their time here were, the ones that remained were filled with Dottore and metal walls.

The most vivid ones were those behind the glass wall and the cold metal table they'd lay on. Screams echoing in the silence, machinery whirring in the background.

Nodding to Dottore's interrogation as they forced a wad of thick saliva down their throat. Which did nothing much but make it feel more dry than before. Hands clenching on their knees, expecting his next words.

"Hmm, well then, back to the machine it is. Let's go, Ayesha" His gentle hand that was cradling their face immediately pulled away. As if they were a disgust to him, Dotorre's small flicker of emotion showing past his mask. Tight lipped as he stood, heading behind the glass walls.

Sucking in a sharp breath between their teeth, rising to their feet. Following after their creator obediently despite knowing the pain they'll have to endure again. The ache subsiding and feeling the emptiness that comes after their melt down. One of the few emotions that they were still familiar with.

Oc brain rot hits hard rn, might post the sketch later, who knows 🤷‍♀️

I did two things at school of just one oc 😭

Imma def have no inspo for the rest of them later on (I'm a liar, I have so many wip)

Yk that saying that moles on our bodies are the spot our past lovers use to kiss us the most? Well to add on that, what if the only reason we get new moles on our bodies is bc one of our many selves just died. We know about everyone having multiversions of ourselves in other worlds and such, but what if everytime we get a new mole is bc one of them died. So one of our selves that's still alive in another universe gets a mole in memory of there lover.

Just a thought 🤷‍♀️

some of my favourite diasomnia art