Busting Out The Chalk Once More, Requests Please(:

Lake of Unn Watercolor

And a second angle because the first one drained the saturation

Couldn't take a 'proper photo' without blocking the sun tho lol

Can you do a silly little Marx?

It may have taken

*checks notes*

..over a year, but here you go!

Also a gooey and Meta Knight for good measure

REQUESTS FOR KIRBY CHARACTERS ARE NOW OPEN

In honor of TBOB I finally caved and watched the show. Still on season one, and here are some sketches trying to figure out my style.

Maybe I miss him

....

maybe

hi porter

< Thanks for the ask (: >

I blacked out and 3 hours later it was here

In my defense I just started watching the show, so is all from tumblr

I, I really have nothing going on tbh. We had a snow day in April, it was wonderful.

Uhhhhhh

I'm going to be an exchange student in Sweden for 10/11 months so yauyyyy

OH I'm working on a pyro TF2 cosplay that I'll be posting on here soon, hope y'all will like it

I have a cat now

His name is Oscar (:

I love him

@c4tsil how's it going?

Decided to finally take a look into my photo folder after almost 2 years of not looking there

Gonna share some them here bc this blog is MY autism and IM gonna be the one who chooses how its gonna look like (im not gonna be mentioning vrc worlds here bc i dont rember lol)

22nd of march 2024 - a friend of mine showering me with affection while i was afk (she gay)

20th of february 2024 - "Sunset in the ocean" (despite how bad it looks i love it honestly)

23rd of december 2023 - "Universal bandit named: Fukc" (probably one of my greatest most beautiful creations /hj)

31st of august 2023 - "The autism" (probably was the loudest and longest laugh i've had; all of the other options were so fucking good too but the outpocketness of the last one got me harrrrrrrd)

20th of july 2023 - "Highest tower"

31st of march 2023 - Probably the prettiest world i have seen in vrchat (i miss that avi.. its not only been made unavailable but also the creator of it nuked; that avi is my pfp atm, still yet to decide again what avi i have captures the "me" energy)

16th of february 2023 - One of earliest memory i have with my long time friend gwen @virapyon

21st of july 2022 - Probably the 1st time i ever tried using pens in vrc (glad to know my sense of humor havent changed since then)

Also despite being besties with @doggirlpaws we share 0 pictures together, at least on my end; mind sharing them if you find any bestie?

@virapyon this applies to you too as well girlie

also ahem,

EVERY MUTUAL MENTIONED IN THIS POST IS VERY GOOD LOOKING AND WHOEVER FINDS THIS POST SHOULD THINKS SO AS WELL CAPICHE?????

tagging into my other, but nonetheless beloved mutuals im not that active with to say hi, you are welcome to add your good experiences that you had, be it vrc, gaming, life or anything else, would love to hear more from you people; no pressure tho

@letrayofash @suchlostflame @redheadedfailgirl @labgrownmeat @collector-of-dust

@parasocial-hermit @raspberrypie4u

No one knows my singular OC but (:

REBLOG IF YOU WOULD BE LITERALLY 100% OKAY WITH FAN ART ABOUT YOU EVEN IF IT WAS JUST STICK MEN

I'm back on my bullshit

"Hand, rise."

Martyn stays as he is, knelt at Ren's feet, forehead so low as to almost be touching the ground and leaning on the sword that he balances precariously on its edge in front of him. 

"Hand."

Ren's voice is so close, so tantalisingly near, and every inch of him craves to stand, to bask in Ren's stare and take his rightful place by his side. 

Martyn does not dare to lift his head. 

"Martyn," his king's voice cuts through the overwhelmingly tense stillness. "Look up."

Ah, a command. That he can obey, and Martyn does, slowly raising his head as his eyes stay firmly planted to the ground. 

"Oh, Hand," and a finger lovingly strokes his cheek, "what has happened to you?"

While I've been gone, goes unsaid. Finally, Martyn raises his eyes as well, meets his king's gaze, his king, his king—

And he breaks. 

Feels his face contort and shoulders start to shake as big, ugly sobs rip through his chest, soundless at first and then unbecomingly loud as he tries and fails to catch his breath. His king's image swims before him; he tries to blink past it, fails and remains gasping, shuddering, curling in on himself with the force of his love, his joy, his boundless, agonising sorrow. 

It's a shameful, pathetic display. By all rights, he should be instantly cast away; if Ren kicked at him like an unwanted puppy and bid he get out of his sight, Martyn would fall over himself and break his legs in his haste to rid the king of his despicable presence.

But Ren reaches out, instead, takes his face in his hands, wiping at the tears that stain his thumbs. He graces his skin with all the gentleness of someone who is clueless as to the things Martyn's done in his absence, what he's become—

It's presumptuous and improper, and he does not deserve to kiss the ground at his king's feet, he knows—but he stumbles and grips Ren's wrist with both his hands, holding on, begging with the drowning he does in Ren's eyes to never let go, please don't let me go. 

Ren kneels, as well, then. The hand that makes contact with his neck guides his head to rest on his shoulder; the other rubs his back. It's tender and more than anything he's ever known, more than his entire world, and Martyn is undone.

Oh, my liege, if you'd seen the things I've seen. 

Ren holds him, and in the weight of his king's hand tangled in his hair Martyn can hear only Ren's whispered words of comfort and his own choked-off sobbing. There are no voices and there is no never-ending laughter; there is only them, as they should be, as they are.

For the first time since a tear ran down his cheek when he saw the arrow go through his king's chest, everything is quiet.

The brainrot may be getting to me