Pei Ming, Whenever Xie Lian And Hua Cheng Kiss

Oh yeah lemme just

The world deserves to see the shitty doodles that is my banner

In case you can't read my handwriting :>

Mal Du Pays: 'This Journey Was Only Meaningful to You' in red

Mirabelle: Holding up Garlic Bread as it glows like the holy grail it is. 'Garlic Bread' is written in all caps.

Sleepy Siffrin: 'honk shooooooo, honk shooooooo'

Loop: They are labeled as 'about to kill themselves'

Bonnie: An arrow calling their chef cooker hat 'Samosa storage'

Weepy Isabeau: The doodle is labeled with 'That Feeling When your crush gives you a flower'

Odile and Birb: Odile is thinking 'Piou Piou :>', the bird also says 'Piou Piou'. The note translating the birb says, 'I'm gonna poop on you later'

Spooped Mirabelle and Isabeau: they are staring shocked by the bird going, 'Peep!'

"what if you havent found the right one yet🥺🥺" what if i hit you with a metal pole

ADHD time blindness be like "oh, today is the 30th? that's fine, December is still next month, that's forever away!

...what do you mean tommorrow?"

Fuck it let's try it

oh god what did i do

IT SUMMONS MAIL EVERYONE TRY IT

Atsushi getting phantom pain from injuries that no longer exist.

Because Atsushi's ability has allowed him to survive, but never has it let him heal.

He's woken up and screamed grasping what should be a stump but is his leg.

He knows where every single scar should be. He's felt every stab, every burn even if only one actual scar remains.

Atsushi's foot hurts and he can feel the cool metal of the hammer in his hand like it's mocking him.

It's worse after Shibusawa, Atsushi can feel electricity dance across his skin and chokes back a sob. It's like he's burning from the inside out but he just smiles.

Atsushi who's asked what hurts and he just laughs because it's everywhere, all the time.

Because the mental ghosts of his past won't leave Atsushi alone, so why would the physical ones?

“can mutuals dm you?” my mutuals can fire me from a cannon through a brick wall, looney tunes style. as long as we’re all having fun

This is for all you awkward socializers out there. The ones who crave connection, want to interact, but are so damn confused by it, or so intimidated by it, you never reach out first.

Or, if you do, you feel like the other person's just humoring you. Just giving the polite answers until you leave them alone. You read each interaction with that bored/slightly annoyed tone. That "I don't wanna be rude, but gawd, just leave me alone already so I can talk with the people I want to talk to" tone.

You know the one.

And then you curse your awkwardness, you withdraw and stop interacting. And when no one else reaches out to you (maybe because they too feel that awkward intimidation, but that doesn't occur to you, they're so outgoing! they're so confident! they're so cool!) you convince yourself that maybe you just weren't meant to have friends. No one seems to notice you're quieter than usual. Maybe you should just stop trying.

Maybe they think you're the rude one. You never meant to be rude, you're just so damn bad at doing this friend thing. How much interaction is too much? Are you smothering or aloof? Where's the line? Are you coming off funny and engaging, or loud and annoying? OMG you don't want to be that person that others hate even thinking about!

And on and on your thoughts swirl, micro-analyzing everything, and making you feel like every single interaction you've ever had was one-sided, that everyone you've ever spoken to forgot you the moment the conversation ended. That you are so forgettable that no one would notice if you just . . . stopped. Just disappeared. No one would notice. No one would care.

I see you, fellow socially awkward friends.

There is so much bad in the world. So many horrible things on grand and smaller scales on people's lives. It's hard to keep things in perspective. Everyone has their own trials, their own hardships that others may know nothing about. I try to keep that in mind. But I sometimes fall into my own head, letting the negative thoughts drag me under for a while.

So here's a hug for everyone who has those moments. Those fears. Those frustrations and feelings of sadness and loneliness. You are (ironically) not alone. 💖💕

insane and crazy to me that these were my first funy liveblog drawings because. glances to my isat art now.

my siffrins have changed perhaps a smidge.

should i redraw that first one…