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painted by me, based on art I saw on Google (below), don't know the artists, if anyone does, please let me know so I can credit them
“And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.” ― Haruki Murakami
I'm so glad I found your One Punch Man writing! I need opm content in my life
Hopefully I'll work up the nerve to request something soon, but, until then I'll cheer you on from my own little corner~♡
Aww, thank youuu! Your support means a lot!💞 Yeah, OPM men need more attention!! Like, they're so fine and yet, only a few fanfics are written for them🥲 So I'm trying to change that :)) (hopefully, we will get more works when season 3 comes out🙃) Don't worry and take your time😌 I will always be happy to take your request😊 Have a wonderful day!🌸
My lying ass just finished doing the first draft of the fic, like I have the whole thing lay out so nicely 😭. I can already tell it would/will be a great fic. I even partially wrote a scene I will definitely add to the fic.
But no, if I fall into the Naruto rabbit hole I might never finish my mha fic, I can’t do two fics at the same time.
I am just sharing this information here but I am a HUGE believer of Poly!Team 7, they are all in love so if someday you see me drop a fic about them don’t act surprised. This is me telling you, it’s gonna happen. Not now, but someday (I need a full rewatch and re-read of Naruto before I even consider doing it)
Персонажи Олд в другой реальности)
Моя любовь к ним и к Олд бесконечна))
Когда сильно любишь "Однажды") Хоть рисовать самой себе дико неудобно, но оно того стоило) Я счастливый идиот))
so twirl me in the rain, and we'll ignore the words of warning the splattered raindrops spell out on the pavement, tie my hair with pink apologies and I'll refuse to believe the infinity of falling and distance the bows shape, maybe the roads we walked overtime really trace out a big, white X, drawing closer and closer together until the discoveries tear us apart. Do you think the stars we stare at are just a scene cut in our little cube, or maybe the writer meant to warn us of the internal collapse, the bright nebula before the fade? is the tragedy in knowing you my love, will fall or is it in knowing I allowed you to get too close? how trivial it is to be bound by the distance we cannot see, but maybe it's just as foolish of me to put such faith in these forming irregularities.
"You cannot save the world, but you might save the man in front of you if you work hard enough."
one day I’ll finally write that ridiculously elaborate fanfiction that I’ve been carefully constructing in my daydreams for months and then you’ll be sorry. you’ll all be sorry.
I can't wait to be in a place in Life again where I can be openly kind to people again
I love you all, you're just also scary sometimes
constant drive to talk about my ocs but also the eternal issue of not being able to articulate my thoughts properly so just imagine that i am grabbing you like this. there are things in my mind but they are not escaping