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actually a girl becomes a woman when her fantasies of violence are no longer focused inwards, but outwards 💗
the fuckin face in that last panel is on its own plane of emotion
Sans Dump (please do not repost or use these)
Idk @kiashikun, I’m at work and bored but I hope this is good enough?????
‘What’s wrong Chris-Kun? Could you be craving my… Mc-nuggies?’
Succumbing to the will of the snail as we speak
the way 'you're as beautiful as the day i lost you' applies to these two always hits me like a brick wall
Why can't the x man fandom make happy fanfiction cay can't peter maximoff / Pietro maximoff be happy what must you kill wand and make his dad not want to be his dad do you enjoy making me suffer do you enjoy me working on my au in My head and me being delusional do you feel good do you do you (sobs delusionally)
Anyone else losing sleep over how Hua Cheng treats Eming poorly? Eming was made from his own eye, so you'd think they'd be in sync - and they are, when it combat, because Eming was born in a desperate need for a weapon and to overcome enemies.
But Eming was also born from a low point in Hua Cheng's existence and must represent the person he was back when it was created - utterly devoted to Xie Lian, but also too weak to have been of any use to him. He saw himself as a loathsome lost puppy lapping at the heels of a god he couldn't hope to be worthy of serving, crying over everything.
It was also during his time desperately overcoming the trials to become a Supreme, aka what Hua Cheng also considers a shameful part of himself. The moment Xie Lian learns about the divine statues and murals, Hua Cheng jumps to suggest they be destroyed, and had tried as hard as he could to make sure they weren't discovered at all.
He changed himself into a suave, calm, collected, overpowered loyal servant to Xie Lian after 800 years, thinking that his prior exploits as a human and as a Wrath were too erratic and disrespectful and not at all how he wanted to be. He would indeed still do everything that Xie Lian wants of him, but now he's actually confident he could do it - so confident that he would even follow Xie Lian's heart when it doesn't seem like the right thing to do or even endangers him. No more hiding behind a mask as Wuming or lying about being his follower. He looks down upon who he used to be: all the same devotion, but not enough power, experience, or confidence to actually do anything RIGHT.
It's no wonder that Hua Cheng not only says no when Eming first wants a pet, but also repeatedly whacks Eming when the blade gets too needy. He thinks Eming's needy behavior (a reminder of his own personality back in the day) is as shameful as the past he worked desperately to leave behind. When he would have broken out into tears just trying to be noticed, when he was desperate for love and clung to Xie Lian when he first showed him kindness.
Eming is willing to show emotion and cry and become erratic even when Hua Cheng himself is keeping a surface-level calmness or focus. Is it any wonder why Hua Cheng doesn't want Xie Lian to see that he still feels emotions and weakness when he dedicated himself to being strong enough to protect Xie Lian, eliminate all his threats, get him whatever he wanted, so that he never had to suffer again?
Eming's sentience is limited, so the blade never evolves or changes or gets over its emotions by processing them over time. Hua Cheng himself was able to change into the person he wanted to be - or who he thought Xie Lian would need and like better - but Eming could never take the same steps. It remains as utterly devoted to Xie Lian and simple-minded as the moment it was born.
It just also happens to be a super deadly saber on the side nbd
Me when I finally get the motivation to finish a pair of arts
Do you still take requests? If so, how about a bbrae reconciliation after issue 100? Make it fluffy or smutty, your choice.
“So, how does this work, exactly?”
It was like they were in each other’s heads. Neither of them knew where to go from here. Not here, anyways.
A few words, a kiss, and now they didn’t know what came next.
“I guess we can pick up where we left off?” he offered, but he wasn’t entirely certain, either.
“Garfield…it can’t be that easy.” Raven sighed. She did that thing she did whenever she was flustered with him. A crease in the brows. Closing her eyes, exasperated. Usually it meant that he’d said something stupid which required more explaining than she cared to do. “I don’t even know where we left off.”
“Hmm, I seem to recall some kissing by the sunset. We could always continue that.” He puckered his lips and a genuine smile lifted a corner of her mouth.
“You know what I mean,” she reminded him. Raven stared emptily into her lap, at the lines of her palms, her hands gathered there. “I feel as if…there’s more to discuss. More to apologize for. More…everything.”
Gar waved it off. “There’s nothing to apologize for, Rae. It’s all in the past now. We both made mistakes…said things we didn’t mean…The important thing is, that we’re here. Now. In the present. Together.” He meant it. It was like yesterday didn’t matter. His life before her was a void, something to fill the space and time until he was with her again.
All that mattered was today, and the promise of tomorrow. He was so in love with her, he’d almost forgotten about everything else. And he didn’t care to remember.
Raven’s gaze softened when her eyes fell on him. There was love there, too, even if she were a bit more reluctant to show it. “I’ve missed you something awful, I think.”
Funny, how she could miss someone she’d been around most of her life. But it wasn’t quite the same thing. Being with him and being around him were two seperate states for Raven. Only one of them brought a sense of peace to her soul. “So, that’s it then? Is it really this…simple?”
Gar grinned. Big and toothy and handsome, the way she always remembered. He plucked a dandelion from the grass nearby and reached over to tuck it behind her ear. Raven closed her eyes at his briefest of touches, the moment intimate despite its innocence. He could make her skin flush cherry red with a graze of his fingers anywhere. “Yeah…it really is that simple, Rae.”
And then he leaned in and captured her lips with his in a tender embrace. As soft as the golden yellow of the dandelion in her dark hair…
an old tmc comic i started all the way back in december and never finished. its about adam's perspective on his friendship with jonah (this made a bit after vol 4, way before the diary entries). this was my first time attempting a comic, so it's a bit all over the place, but it was a fun experiment :]
Headcanon that mark definitely has a fear of going to hell and KNOWS that killing himself would probably result in that, which is why he stuck around in his room for 3 days even though he knew no one was going to save him.
He thought that if he just prayed and prayed and prayed, eventually god would save him so he wouldn’t have to go to hell, or face what was outside his door.
He only killed himself when he realized that there was no god and he had no idea what he had so desperately been asking to save him that whole time.
His beliefs had been shattered, and with it any fear of hell, so what was the reason to go on?
Y'all I need helppp 😭
For the Wally au idea (Boogeyman au), what should I do for the neighbors?? I've already planned that Wally would stalk Y/N as a butterfly throughout the day but at night turn into a creepy humanoid thing that causes Y/N to loose sleep- but I am absolutely brain dead for the neighbors. Like should I make one of the neighbors a couple and they adopted Y/N or something-? And the other neighbors tell stories about the boogeyman(aka Wally) like those small creepy towns?- I just don't know 😭😭