If I don't give a character design grey hair assume I've been kidnapped or dead
Okay okay this will not go away so
The Hermits ranking how weird they are right
And Impulse talking about his inverted mouse controls and how Skizz also uses inverted controls because they both played the same war game
Where Impulse was the helicopter pilot
And Skizz was his gunner
And I just.
In a fictional version of Hermitcraft, Impulse the demon soldier of wars long won or lost but either way forgotten going 'you know what, it's nice here, it's calm and fun and beautiful and the chaos is always tempered by love no matter how destructive it gets, I should bring my friend.'
And his friend Skizz- an angel, the opposite of him in every way, an enemy turned ally turned something like brother but the word brother does not and cannot truly encompass what they have become to one another over millennia- says, 'will they want me?'
'Of course they will.'
'I can't create. I never could.'
'That's not what it's about. Come on, come see it. Come be with me where there are no guns. Come fly again.'
And these two old soldiers, one guiding the other into a circle of people who will trust and care and treat him like a person, not a weapon. Who will laugh at his antics and love him just as he is, as Impulse came to love him.
Just fucking. Impulse and Skizz, both with ancient scars, building new things together just like they promised one another they would when everything was dust and blood and this- this is their happy ending, and they share it with people who don't have a clue, and its perfect.
Rite Here Rite Now (2024)
Phantom Ghoul playing Faith
Osmosis (part 2 of this comic )
Week 19: Ranchers Doodle Drop
Since maru finished their thesis last week, i kept her some company and to give some kind of support i drew her favorite guys
distant memory
Since you guys like my male name list, here are some vintage girl’s names from old historic documents, recently updated:
(Sorry I listed the name origin/individual’s place of birth on some and not others.)
Four more of my nameless Ghoul designs! Featuring Ifrit, Mist, Cowbell, and Zephyr this time :]
While children around the world are waking up to the comfort of their homes, these children are waking up to the sounds of bombs instead of birds. Here, we have nieces and nephews. 3 of them are newborns born during the genocide. They all took their first steps in a tent.
Typically, as soon as a baby enters the world, the family celebrates. my family was happy but simultaneously terrified. Terrified because they are met with a terrifying present and an unknown future.
The sounds that surround them daily are the sounds of bombs and drones, as well as the sounds of people screaming, wailing over the loss of their loved ones and the screams of those who are fleeing, rushing to a place of safety which does not exist
The smells that surround them are that of blood and corpses and burning flesh, instead of the scent of their favourite sweet treats, the scent of their mother's roses planted beautifully in their yard.
The scenery that surrounds them is the scenery of bombs falling on them as they look at the sky, their scenery of rubble and shattered memories, their eyes meeting the bodies and blood of martyrs scattered along the road, as if it were something natural. He may wonder: “Am I next?”
My family has 8 children under 16 years old. These kids aren't living their lives, they're just living.
Darkness and death surround them around every corner. But you can be their light by sharing this campaign and donating, even if it's a small amount. We pin our hopes on the free people of the world to support us.
God bless are country