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Grandselfmythologizing - Yours Truly, Samantha - Tumblr Blog
ANOMALYYY 💕💕 YOU’LL NEVER KNOW JUST HOW MUCH I LOVE THIS THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOUUU !! AAA THIS IS SO THOUGHTFUL AND CUTE ADAM IS DEFINITELY CANON NOW ISHDKSHDJ i love him so much !!
The legacy continues!
(He probably is 10 or 12 here??? Probably 10.)
He also Scribble’s rival!
@grandselfmythologizing
TW Father Matthias and Asya. Nothing at all explicit, but do heed the warning regardless. Stay safe always, everyone.
“How cruel. Your veins are made of ice-water and mine are boiling.” — Wuthering Heights, Emily Brontë.
AUGRGRGRH SCHOOL IS KEEPING ME FROM DRAWING ALL I WANT IT’S SO FRUSTRATING 💔 best i can do is rotate asya and the small world crew ocs in my head like multiple rotisserie chickens in a microwave until i can get my hands on my tab 💔💔 ok but legitimately sometimes my mind keeps straying back to everybody’s ocs in the middle of lectures like…..sora…..zaria….jasper…. KSSHISD
BUT ANYWAY little something of Father Matthias and Asya <:OOO idk WHAT prompted this drawing between them in particular, i kinda just felt inspired to draw them after the recent escalation of Zaria and i’s RP WOO YEAH
references utilized under the cut, as always 💕
There are moments when all the intellectual and spiritual faculties, painfully overstrained, seem suddenly to blaze with the bright flame of consciousness. At these times the troubled soul, languishing with a presentiment, a foretaste of the future, has something akin to a prophetic vision. And the whole being longs to live, it cries out for life, and the heart, alight with blind, desperate hope, will invoke the future, with all its mystery and incertitude, its storms and tempests, if only it will bring life.
Fyodor Dostoevsky, Netochka Nezvanova, trans. Jane Kentish
Villain and Violent, Infant and Innocent; of Asya and Tré— a Ramshackle OC Fanfiction.
Asya. He wanted to reach her, to bridge the yawning chasm of their shared misery, but the action he sought to venture eluded him. Words hovered atop his lips, but they felt insignificant upon mental rehearsal, inadequate against the vast distance that separated them. Are you okay? What are you doing? You’ll get sick like that. What could there even be to say? A trembling hand extended in reach for her, willing himself a few steps nearer, but withdrew upon the slightest distance taken. You have cake on your cheek. Come here, I’ll wipe it off. What modicum of comfort could he provide when he himself was adrift, suspended in the unforgiving reality he scarcely endured? I’ll take care of you.
Crumbling like castles ever gleaming, civilizations proclaimed to be eternal— hubris, is it? Or, desperation?
“God, Asya…” breathed Tre, feigning melodramatic stupor— pressing a hand atop his chest as if a blow had penetrated through his heart in affected gesticulation. Finally, he succumbed to familiarity; what was cruel was infinitely easier. “What a scare. You could have given me a heart attack!”
about anastasia salvador (ramshackle oc insert) pairing ramshackle tré x oc (asya) genre character lore, canon-divergent, angst, the romance with the aforementioned couple is merely an addition tws insomnia, depiction of a a panic attack/mental breakdown, moments suggesting eating disorders, and religious guilt insinuated although never explicitly pictured. please heed said warnings and stay safe.
PART ONE of Indeterminate—
The house was but a husk of a home, a tomb— wholly overcome with a bleak, desolate stillness that preceded every crevice of the manor of lacquered gold. Each broad outline of shadow, cast by the obnoxious, grandiose amenities every room was furnished, stretched long and weary into the oppressive depth of the dark night, their harsh, jagged silhouettes becoming a dark pool in the creaking floors, which succumbed with the slightest oppression of force. Each cautious step Tre ventured was a laborious endeavor, his limbs leaden and uncooperative. Plagued by the gnawing restlessness of insomnia, he hauled himself from bed (which, proved nothing but an immediate regret of departing from his dearly beloved covers) and driven begrudgingly forth by some primal, desperate need for a cheap semblance of gratification, however fleeting or elusive the venture’s fruits culminated.
He wandered through the narrow, shadowed corridors, each embellished corner overcome with a total, inky blackness that seemed to pulse with a life of it’s own. It was as if the very walls conspired to remind him of the bleak night beyond the manor’s sprawling gates, weathered by a storm most penetrating— his existential insignificance in the vast, boundless expanse of the rain’s unforgiving onslaught. He advanced with a kind of mechanical detachment, his mind a clouded haze of half-formed flights of thought and distant memories in dejected recollection, all blurred by the heavy fog of insomnia and lethargy.
He crossed the threshold of the kitchen, where a sterile, clinical luminescence from the refrigerator cut through the darkness with an almost surgical precision. The manor’s opulent evening had been marked by a grand dinner party, which had just concluded hours earlier. The remnants of the festivities lay scattered, a detestable departure from the emptiness it now harbored. The stark blue cast long, sharp shadows, outlining the vagueness of the dark into delineated contrasts and unsettling angles. There, standing bathed in the cold glow, a spectral silhouette against the harsh illumination of the open fridge, perched a dejected Asya, her figure etched in sharp relief against the gloom.
The coveted names in the exclusive guest list was a calculated pick of the most desirable prospects in the current social ecosystem, which of course, encompassed Ramshackle’s Holy Order, and their dearest girl. The extension of the night’s festivities was not intended, but drew out longer than expected, and neither was the weather most penetrating— nevertheless, it proved to be an immense joy to Tre’s mother, whom was most excited to suggest her guests’ extended stay.
Although “dearest”, at the moment, Anastasia did not quite appear. She clutched a slice of a cold, decadent cake with bare hands, it’s wet, saturated grain, moist from it’s refrigeration, apparent even from a distance— her fingers overcome with a fitful tremble against the frigid cold as she held onto it as if her only remaining anchor to reality.
Everyone is standing on shaky ground; teetering on insecurity half-concealed and trembling from the weight of the false identities we cannot sustain upright.
Her eyes were gouged of even the vaguest notion of thought or color, vacant and unthinking— fixed in some vague, indiscernible point in the wistful distance, as if she had slipped from the brutal moorings of reality. The light bathed her in an unforgiving pallor, every shadow of outworn grief marring her gaunt face. A mere statue, frozen in stagnant, desolate contemplation, only, a statue would not have been the picture of pity Asya epitomized— the usual, poised arch of her back hunched and sunken, slumped helplessly over a slice of moist cake in the ceaseless expanse of the dark.
The air was frigid, each breath taken a sharp, icy stab that seared Tre’s lungs. Outside, a storm raged, an unrelenting onslaught that battered against the house as though in zealous effort to wring it apart. The wind howled, the mournful howl of a swift succession of rapid gales— overlapping into one another in a fitful, anguished cry.
Asya. He wanted to reach her, to bridge the yawning chasm of their shared misery, but the action he sought to venture eluded him. Words hovered atop his lips, but they felt insignificant upon mental rehearsal, inadequate against the vast distance that separated them. Are you okay? What are you doing? You’ll get sick like that. What could there even be to say? A trembling hand extended in reach for her, willing himself a few steps nearer, but withdrew upon the slightest distance taken. You have cake on your cheek. Come here, I’ll wipe it off. What modicum of comfort could he provide when he himself was adrift, suspended in the unforgiving reality he scarcely endured? I’ll take care of you.
Crumbling like castles ever gleaming, civilizations proclaimed to be eternal— hubris, is it? Or, desperation?
“God, Asya…” breathed Tre, feigning melodramatic stupor— pressing a hand atop his chest as if a blow had penetrated through his heart in affected gesticulation. Finally, he had succumbed to familiarity; what was cruel was infinitely easier. “What a scare. You could have given me a heart attack!”
Asya remained inert, hardened into stone by the utter sorrow enveloping her— tightening it’s constriction upon every waking moment, until it ensnared and choked, stifling her to total lameness. And much to Tre’s dismay, apathetic to his incessant provocation. The right words, the gentle ones, escaped his lips— shaping instead to the cruel, vain ease of scrutiny.
“Wha— what are you even doing?!” He behested incredulously, the berate of such an interrogation almost akin to those subject to those he apprehended for larceny. Talking to her as if hopelessly caught amidst the scene of an abhorrent crime. “You’re supposed to be asleep, or at the very least, with Father Matthias in the guest bedroom. If he or Mother— scratch that, if ANYBODY caught you in such a state, you’d be in awful trouble!”
“Look at you! You have cake on your forehead! I mean— how does it even get there?!” He pursued tempestuously, pointing to the prominences which he expressed indicated such an offense, apparently to him personally. “Are you TRYING to look pitiful?”
There was an inherent frailty to Anastasia, the susceptibility of both her physical constitution and mental character to total, absolute collapse upon the slightest incitement embedded to the delicate fixtures of her being. Weak, she was. Every sharp utterance, every disagreeable flick of the tongue, merely even a cold, fleeting glance, prompted her to unravel, to the point of ceaseless tears— an abnormal sensitivity perhaps a consequence of the isolation she subject in childhood, and social ineptitude.
“Pick yourself up, Salvador!” He bellowed, coupled with a frantic gesticulation of his arms— wild and ardent. “I mean, honestly—’
And of course, upon Tre’s oblivious barrage of scrutiny and imputation, she succumbed to a heaving rise of her trembling shoulder, and subsequent sob. With great suddenness, a rupture of emotion tears her asunder, snapping like thread strained too far— surrendering at last, to the desperate, clamoring tempest of her heart.
Her face twists in her violent outburst, contorting as her brows furrow in impassioned languish, her eyes aching with the tears restrained unshed yielding to its inevitable flood of grief, and her lips parting agape hitching, gasped curse. Ugly, it was— indubitably so, and she was painfully aware.
“--- how do you possibly think to maintain the provisions you’re bestowed when you’re…you…”
Her hands instinctively endeavor to obscure the maddening red that marred her cheeks upon the discernment of Tre’s gaze laid upon such a scene of her vulnerability. It was then that fervent, solemn sentiment was conceived in her heaving chest. She had witnessed her mother amidst a similar collapse of emotion once before, a single sliver of moonlight enlightening the scene as she infiltrated the moment behind a door parted agape. In her Father’s arms, sniveling most pathetically— enveloped in an embrace, incessant kisses pressed to her face, wet with tears. “It’s okay, darling. I have you, do I not?”
God, could he do that?
“You’re crying,” Tre concluded, indicating the painfully obvious— the perceived monotony and tedium of his attention feeling infinitely more debilitating than the sorrow Anastasia lamented, piercing through the heart.
Please?
“Surely, you’re above such dramatics,” he drawled, the familiar intonation and emphasis of his tone laden with a solid disdain, “there isn’t anybody here to fall for your little shtick. That hateable, poorly conceived act you put on, to procure excessive sympathy. I find it revolting.”
No. No he could not.
“I– I do not—” Anastasia chokes, forcing her utterance upon the vice, imposing grip on her throat, wrecking with sobs with a force that shook her corporal entirety. An accusation she would not allow, the only one. “I– I would never—!”
“Please, Asya. That’s pathetic.”
— End of Part One.
erm…what the sigma !! chat this is kinda funny they’re so pathetic PFTFTFTT ERMMM sorry for making Tré such an asshole I AM GOING BY HOW ZEDDYZI CHARACTERIZES HIM IN HER OLD TUMBLR POSTS ☹️😔😔 obvi their validity in canon is questionable taking into account how they’re like…from 2016… BUT ANYWAY he’s not totally a jerk or won’t be for the entirety of the fic i promise 💔💔 he and asya are just complicated angry stupid teenagers and they are 💕 so precious to me !! part two soon, promise ♡
your bones are only painted gold, that’s why it rots beneath your soul. you’re not as brave as you may seem.
finally got my hands on my tab after WEEKS of a DIRE art drought 😭💕 tried to draw asya in a semiii-realistic style? attempted to translate how i imagine her to look like in my head too :)) roundish-almond eyes, a wider nose yet retaining some sharpness, smaller lips all in proportion to a teeny tiny face !! essentially, she just looks more asian now HAHAHAHA this was also referenced using a photo of Haerin from NewJeans ♡
also, this song is so her ☹️😔
falling in love, ramshackle stone x reader
♡ ྀི ₊ i feel i am falling in love, with all my heart ⊹ ࣪ ˖
pairing ramshackle stone x reader genre romance, x reader, general head-canons, canon-compliant, gender neutral tw implied underage drinking, insinuated substance abuse
dedicated to the sweetest stone simp i know, anomaly @dmr-au ♡ ♡ ⸝⸝ kindaaa based the reader off of u tbh haha but kept it vague enough so that anybody can enjoy the fic 💕 i still plan on writing that oneshot about stone and sora, but this is just a little bit more do-able for me rn, so this is what i am gonna do for now !! hope u like it <3
ྀི ₊ …all i heard you say is, “all i want is to be yours.” ⊹ ࣪ ˖
♡ ♡ ⸝⸝ in direct reference to zeddyzi’s tumblr posts prior to the thesis film, she alludes to stone’s ineptitude in matters of romance. in quotation to one post in particular, she mentions that stone would be, “drinking A LOT more than usual” on the occasion of being hopelessly smitten with somebody— and insinuating the general implication of his…romantically challenged disposition of character.
this inclines me to deduce that a gradual slow burn between the reader and him is most feasible out of anything else !! a ridiculous, absurd amount of pining, longing, heart ache, and bottles of…adult juice chugged and discarded— culminating to a confession and eventual relationship ♡
♡ ♡ ⸝⸝ speaking of which, i personally believe that he’d be averse to acknowledging his feelings, let alone disclosing them in a DECLARATION OF LOVE altogether !! and would infinitely prefer to conceal the lamentations of his heart— content with admiring from afar, never risking your relationship at present.
either refusing to confess and forever holding his tongue, or unwittingly divulging his feelings in a moment of raw, inebriated honestly. which, is met with an immediate flush marring his cheeks, anddd maybe a frantic, vigorous swig of his bottle. awe, poor dude— good thing you like him back, don’t you? ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧
♡ ♡ ⸝⸝ upon your positive reciprocity, he’d be absolutely ecstatic— save for a slight irritability elicited by Vinnie’s incessant, yet inevitable teasing— but wouldn’t particularly know how to express his inapparent joy. indubitably though, he’d be keenly and UTTERLY engrossed in attempting to communicate his fondness regardless.
during the first few days of your newly forged affections, he’d take an acute, particular interest in becoming closer to you— a privilege he was previously denied prior to your relationship. seeking to know, love, and cherish in a way never before; engaging in your interests, prompting you to talk about yourself, attentive and adoring to your every move— occupying himself wholly in you. okAY ME WHEN !! /j
♡ ♡ ⸝⸝ as stone navigates through his emotions, his burgeoning affections might manifest through delicate, almost imperceptible shifts in behavior. his once aloof demeanor could soften, revealing a hidden tenderness emerging like a blossom in the dawn ♡
in these moments, he may offer you fragments of his inner world—intimate revelations and personal anecdotes previously shielded behind his façade. each shared secret becoming a thread weaving the tapestry of your connection, imbuing it with a profound sense of mutual trust and understanding that every good relationship necessitates <3
♡ ♡ ⸝⸝ and despite his best efforts, stone might grapple with self-doubt, the shadows of insecurity lingering at the edges of his consciousness. this introspection could lead to poignant, heart-to-heart dialogues where he lays bare his fears and vulnerabilities. and while tinged with his characteristic gruffness, reveal a deeper yearning for affirmation and acceptance— a testament to the genuine depth of his affection.
YOUR ardent reassurance in these moments become the anchor that steadies him amidst the his uncertainty— good luck to you, lovebird (˵ ¬ᴗ¬˵) !!
♡ ♡ ⸝⸝ as your relationship matures, Stone’s expressions of love might evolve into more nuanced of gestures and intentions. his once sporadic acts of kindness become deliberate, thoughtful endeavors— perhaps, a surprise visit to a place that holds significance for you, or an earnest attempt to engage in activities you cherish. these gestures, though not always grandiose and often mild, resonate with an earnestness that speaks volumes about his evolving capacity for affection.
possible instances of this might be: playing a song for you on his fiddle, laying his coat on your shoulders when he notices that you’re cold, the very act of noticing that you’re cold in the first place, sharing food despite his evident lack of it …
♡ ♡ ⸝⸝ in addition to this, eventually though, Stone might make a twirling display of your relationship, a culmination of all his efforts and growth. it could be a heartfelt confession or an action that signifies his commitment and deepened feelings deeply personal to just u and him !! even if it’s not a grand public display, but it will be incredibly intimate and reflective of his journey from reluctance to open-heartedness 💕 allowing ur imagination to run wild for this one, u take it from here !!
♡ ♡ ⸝⸝ following this revelation, stone’s growth would continue to manifest in subtler, yet significant ways. his once-stiff demeanor may give way to a more fluid, expressive engagement with you— an ongoing journey of balancing his innate reticence with his deepening affection. each shared moment, every moment spent with your quiet companionship, becomes a testament to the unique bond you’ve cultivated together, rare and precious as your relationship further progresses. look at you two, how cute !!
that’s all i can offer at the moment !! for now, i wish you two all the best, lovers ♡
⊹ ࣪ ˖
OKAY WOW I DID NOT PLAN IT ON BEING THIS LONG but erm all my fics are never intended to and yet !! BUT ANYWAY woaghg first x reader fic since like, 2016 or something !! have honestly never done anything like this before, so i hope this does just fine :)) skipp and vinnie are next BTW !! i totallyyy want to do one of these for each character in ramshackle !! then deliberating on taking requests bUT ANYWAY thank you for reading my work !! no matter how silly haha i really appreciate it :)) BUT MOST OF ALL THIS ALL FOR ANOMALYYYY THE BIG BROTHER EVER !! looking back at you like THIS !!
hello !! no pressure like, AT ALL !! but i would love for someone to draw tré and an oc i ship him with, asya 💕 ADORE your art btw !!
YOUU ALLLLL
GIMME YOUR RAMSHACKLE SHIPPS IM GONNA DRAW THEM 🫵🗿
again, real and true !!
i really really like when this happens
real and true 💕
being a fan of a friend's ocs is actually so humiliating....... like yes my favourite character rn is tragically doomed and a pillar of humanity who i think is relevant to the current world. you can find information about them on discord dot com and sometimes in late-night conversations with this guy i know. what the fuck
TW !! DMR FINN ANGST (RHIANNON RELATED)
It's kind of a good ending tho bc like Rhiannon got turned to stone LMFAOAOOA serves her right
..
Finn's gonna be alright, he's just a little shaken up
snoopy after reading white nights by dostoevsky
LMAUR KAHSHAGSHSGAHGA
can finally draw and TRIED MY ABSOLUTE BEST 😭 to doodle the dearest, darling, most precious girl, @rebootgrimm’s Zaria !! from the past, in her modeling days 😵💘 I DON’T THINK it even REMOTELY looks like her though IDK MAN i tried to make her at least a littleee more recognizable from the colors WHICH USUALLY DON’T DO 😭😭
but anyway !! I AM FREE FROM THE SHACKLES OF SCHOOLWORK …for some time !! will respond to RPs and accomplish those requests in a hot minute !! PROMISE !! hope u like it, reboot :)) regardless of how drastically diverts from her reference drawing LMAO SORRY 😣😹
can finally draw and TRIED MY ABSOLUTE BEST 😭 to doodle the dearest, darling, most precious girl, @rebootgrimm’s Zaria !! from the past, in her modeling days 😵💘 I DON’T THINK it even REMOTELY looks like her though IDK MAN i tried to make her at least a littleee more recognizable from the colors WHICH USUALLY DON’T DO 😭😭
but anyway !! I AM FREE FROM THE SHACKLES OF SCHOOLWORK …for some time !! will respond to RPs and accomplish those requests in a hot minute !! PROMISE !! hope u like it, reboot :)) regardless of how drastically diverts from her reference drawing LMAO SORRY 😣😹
*hugs*
*hugs BACK* 💕
What is love? 사랑이 어떤 느낌인지 —What is Love? by Twice ⊹ ࣪ ˖₊˚⊹⋆
asya move !! it’s my turn !! LMAO this is probably my first ever self ship ?? ever ?? honestly dek this is saur unserious 😭 chat how would a self ship w a character from ramshackle even workkk like aren’t these kids from the 18th century or something 😭😭 could a vaguely victorian, French, cop-detective-adjacent-wannabe, aristocrat ever truly fall inlove with a wolf-cut-having, dog-filter-using, 21st century girl 😔😔😔💔💔
as always, reference employed under the cut !! was heavily dependent on this one thx @/hdsis999 ilysm 💕
did the lore scare you away or did you just go to bed / became busy??? /genuine question
LMAO HAHAHA NAURRR the lore didn’t frighten me, not at all !! just had to go inactive due to personal responsibilities i had to tend to 😭 u’re def not getting rid of me that easily !! just you wait, reboot… !! i’ll send you a few more questions in a minute :DD
no problem at all !! honestly can't WAIT to draw them once i am done with all my work 💕 thanks a bunch for being so patient 💕💕
can’t draw much rn, but i wanted to, in the very least, doodle a little something of dmr! stone & sora, so have this !! heavily based on a cute little meme i saw on Pinterest 😭 will be working on a proper piece for them SOON trust !!
dmr!stone when !! cuteness aggression !!
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THE CUTIEPIES!!!!!! 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙
This is INDEED their relationship!!!! ^^ THANK YOU!!!!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!
haii love!! my a03 is @angixxie !! wuv u girl keep up the good stuff nn always love urself💗🤭🤗
noted noteddd !! will definitely add you once i get the chance !! thank uuu, u r too sweet ♡ ♡ ⸝⸝
List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you! Get to know your mutuals and followers ⭐️
hiii lilac !! i appreciate the ask, i loveee to receive them and just interactions in general tbh, so thank youuu smm ilyy /p 💕
first and foremost, 1. my parents probably HAHAHA i am actually very very very INCREDIBLY close to my mom and dad :DDD i spend the majority of my time with them and they just make everything better !! they’re legitimately just my middle-aged best friends atp :P
secondly, books and literature ♡ my current fav at the moment is, “The Brothers Karamazov,” by Dostoevsky !! WHOM IS ALSO my fav author :))
further, 3. writing :)) always been most ardently fond of it !! been tinkering at that asya and tre fic for WEEKS it’s honestly saur fun !! been procrastinating w academic work because of it though. oops… 😵💫 (sooo worth it tho)
additionally, 4. going to cafes !! this is evident from my irl blog lmao 😭 seems like all i do is study and buy overpriced sweet treats LMAO
lastly, 5. tumblr !! cursed hell-site my beloved 💕 my tumblr blog and i against the world 4 ever and ever and ever !!
Please stop and listen to our painful story and help me save the family 🇵🇸🇵🇸
Help me get my father and mother out and secure their lives
The story of my father and mother who suffered from illness and lived under the wall of a tent
“The tent was their only shelter. Its winter wall was made of threadbare fabric that did not protect them from the cold or summer heat. Inside, they were lying on a thin mattress, two defeated bodies suffering from diabetes and high blood pressure. They woke up every day to the sound of chronic pain and dreams. That relaxes with every breath.
Help Me Pursue My Education and Rebuild My Future 🙏🍉
Hi everyone, 👋
I’m Mahmoud, a 17-year-old from Gaza, and I'm reaching out with a heartfelt plea. The ongoing conflict has shattered my dreams and destroyed my school, leaving my family and me struggling for basic necessities. But I refuse to let these challenges define my future.
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New Jasper Ref
celebrating his current status (aka hes missing) with a new ref sheet, APPLAUSE EVERYONE, APPLAUSE!
hehe, nnew jasoer design
almost forgot !! drew this too ?? way less serious than what’s above LMAO idk why or WHAT even prompted me to draw my dad and i as legos 😭😭 but, what’s done is done, so (ᴗ_ ᴗ。)╭ IDK MAN
please forgive my wacky kanji ദ്ദി ꒦ິ꒳꒦ິ )✧ been learning japanese at school and wanted to incorporate a bit of that in my drawings 😼 still working on proper lettering and inscription tho !! excited to get better :DD can finally draw a pen after being sick for so long, too !! excuse me if the lines are a little awkward, my hands tremble from the medicine i take sometimes 😭😭 BUT !! pushed myself through it and got to draw something !! gonna respond to rps and accomplish requests soon after clearing out all my missing work .·°՞(≧□≦)՞°·.
anyway, this is just 🤯 a self-indulgent piece of my ramshackle s/i 😭😭 the text translates to, “The Girl Who Leapt Through Time” if you weee curious :DD really going for that distinct, shojo, romance feel 💕
PRIDE & PREJUDICE (2005) dir. Joe Wright