Mmmmm Crunchy Animation

Mmmmm crunchy animation

Drawing with a mouse is so hard ;-;

Idk why but this tastes like peanuts??

Reblog if you like cats (^._.^) or if you feel the void inside you growing

3 am sleep deprived stories pt 1:

He soared through the skies, as you strolled through the maple-scented hallways that nature herself had created for you, for that very day. He drew out his bow. Taking a deep breath, he took his shot. The arrow quivered through the clouds as if shaking with a determination to hit its mark. It pierced through two hearts. Yours, and a heart that was meant for someone else. He looked down upon you as he realized what he had done. A moment that was meant to be perfect, a moment that would have been met by the same euphoria every living moment of your life, but oh dear, what had he done?

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Oh, how he pulled and tugged at the arrow that tied your and your other's heart together. But it was stuck deep, embedded into your soul. A tree that was meant to grow tall, bloom the most fragrant flowers, and bear fruits dripping with the very essence of saccharin. It was no longer a tree, but a weed, its vicious stem protruding from your vessel, digging its poisonous roots into your heart and slowly sucking out every drop of your life. With each pull, you screamed, screamed out to the void, and cursed the universe that had condemned you with such pain. He could not bear to see you in such pain. Tears of boiling hot mercury streaming down his face, he gave one last pull. The arrow ripped aout of your chest, tearing away part of your soul. You cried out in agony one last time. Then you breathed a sigh of relief, and as you opened your eyes you saw him. His eyes filled with sorrow, Cupid looked up at you and could only muster up the courage to say, "I'm sorry."

Oh you, God's creation, won't you give him another chance?

Notes:

- some areas could def use work but i dont feel like it so yeah

- wrote this while listening to cupid by fifty fifty, i dont usually listen to these types of songs but holy mother of god this is a good song

Wale shark

I'm gay (who do i choose)

Masterpost

I haven't seen anybody else talk about this but yaad is the hindi word for "memory", and I think that's something

Yaad and the residents of the golden kingdom are almost in an "immortal like a memory" state, Delgal remains a but fleeting memory with Thistle, and the whole thing where Yaad borrows Delgal's body

His attire is also similar to east Indian and Nepalese clothing, maybe that was the inspiration