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I’m fucking hungry and you all are going to suffer for it
Danny Phantom Characters in my style
You two are my rocks. I can’t do it without you.
You two are my rocks. I can’t do it without you.
|| I finished it ||
|| My girl got angry ||
|| X: What hurts you the most when you draw that oc you make Afo's daughter?? ||
|| Me: The fact that even if the face came out super beautiful I have to erase a part of it because the hair goes through that area... ||
Bitch, Literally me rn:
|| THEORY TIMEEE||
|| Ok first of all, ouch- (I hit my tooth on my cell phone by accident when this theory appeared in my mind ಥ╭╮ಥ) ||
|| What if this new character is not a new character, but rather Inko (Well, THE young Inko) ||
|| Maybe we'll finally have some context for Inko and her past (How she met Hisashi/All For One) and this is the first taste of it (I'm just going crazy and I'm hallucinating, ok? Leave me alone-) ||
How it feels to know that my month and my birthday are the same number, that is LGBTQ+ month, that the new season of Sweet Tooth, a new chapter of Dungeon meshi, and the next part of the Bnha manga are going to be released on my birthday:
|| Okay guys, we have some options now and neither are nice but they are the most possible we have now for confirmation Dad For One, What do you think will happen? ||
// Anyways, HAPPY PRIDE MONTH! //
|| It stresses me not to have any Dad For One content to talk about, I mean I think it's good that Horikoshi takes his time with the theory but I don't like leaving my account abandoned even if I don't have that many likes :( ||
So, a tree blossomed in my school and I HAD TO take some pics. Guess who has a new wallpaper. Edited and non edited versions because all of them look so god damn beautiful
Updated my original story. Tell me what y'all think please.
I wanna continue my current original book, but it's kinda depressing how it's going.
Can anyone just check it out and give it a reviews? Criticism very much appreciated. I just need something that isn't silence.
It has two chapters for now.
Made a book. Need thoughts. Tell me what y'all think. Please. (^._.^)ﾉ
THE LETTER (by joud abu rashed)
Words: A single distinct meaningful element of speech or writing, used with others (or sometimes alone) to form a sentence and typically shown with a space on either side when written or printed. Words are a way to express one’s self, they show emotion, they might hurt someone, end relationships, start wars, they can be used as a weapon, since words are an important factor of both freedom and democracy, but most importantly words impact people, either negatively or positively depending on the situation. the war has ended a year ago marking a new age of democracy, it started since poverty was spreading like an illness due to the evils of monarchy so naturally the people protested their rights using their words but they weren’t heard the government was deaf to their pleas so a war eventually broke out in order to gain justice. Chaos and confusion that’s was how I lived after all I was a child an orphan who lost both parents and any sense of peace or security I ever had. I was lost, starving, with no will to live in this cruel world. Along with the bloodshed, something happened or rather someone came and rescued me.
His name was Ashton Arlert, He was a kind man with a heart of gold. He took me in, provided me with every necessity. He taught me how to read and write, how to use a gun and protect myself just in case I find myself in a difficult position, but most importantly he gave me a will, a will to live. After years of suffering the war ended which lead me to decide to live a normal life, so I moved out to pursue my own career as a ghostwriter in a small company. You see after the war there was a huge decrease in people who knew how to write, which meant ghostwriters (especially for letters) became widely popular. My job required me to listen to people, to observe and analyze their emotions then find the right words that fit the message they want to present. I had my own life, friends, responsibilities, etc yet Ashton never left my mind, he was like a father to me and I never showed him how much I appreciated what he had done towards me so I decided to write a letter to him. I was a professional writer with tons of experience yet I struggled with it (ironic isn’t it). For days and days all I would do is stare at an empty piece of paper with a cramped hand longing for words. Needless to say I was frustrated. I wrote and I wrote as if I was running out of time but nothing, just nothing. Everything I wrote would soon become another crumpled piece of paper in the trash, till one day while the smell of my morning coffee was mixing with the smell of ink coming from my pen I suddenly found the words that I longed for. I ran to the post office with the feeling of relief in my lungs and a hint of excitement in my eyes. It was a quite night when he received the wax sealed letter, he looked at the handwriting a sense of nostalgia flooded him. He held it with his wrinkled hands as he read it with tears flooding his ocean blue eyes. The letter simply said “Thank you, Ashton, for everything. Sincerely Nadia” A simple phrase that’s all it took to bring a grown man to tears.
(Idealism is a disease) by joud abu rashed
Idealism is a disease
Once it enters your system it feeds off of your mistakes
It spreads like a wildfire making you quake
Symptom after symptom you start to hallucinate
A thought becomes a reality
There’s no real definition of actuality
All you can do is live in brutality
And endure that cruelty
There’s no one to blame but that little voice in your head
Making you wish on sweet death
Whispering to you as if it was your own closest friend
The doctors say there’s a cure
One that’s pure
But there’s a price
First you have to apologize
To the body you forced to idealize
A vulnerable state of you past mistakes
Drowning you in a lake
The water reflects an image of grief and regret
As it overwhelms you slowly you start to forget
A cold breeze of acceptance washes all over you
A warm feeling is new
A smile takes over you
Now you are cured.
this poem speaks about my struggles with anxiety and perfectionism. I hope you find a sense of comfort in it
reunion :3
ranching so hard right now
drawing is more or less inspired by the last chapter of the fic Walls of Fire Burn Out by @watcheraurora !! (i hope you don't mind the @ !!)
it was a very pretty sight in my head and i basically wanted to draw it how i felt it would look :) (therefore it isn't too ... too accurate to the fic, woopsies)
i recommend reading when you guys got the time, she has very good fics up on ao3 so I'm sure most of her works are familiar if you've searched up tango/jimmy fics up :)
my tragic boys
here's the lineart just because im proud of it loll :3
i scanned one of my drawings for a project so i thought id drop it off here too :)
everyone meet my wife
open hand or closed fist would be fine
the blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine
game night
auhh soft jmart doodle for my soul whilst i listen to tmagp
train !!!!!!
his mind is in a different place,
will everybody please give him a little bit of space?
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second version just because i didn't know which one was best :,)
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and here are the two without the lyrics
wip -- so locked in rn actually
bro's in his (assumed) natural habitat