I Found Out About Mari Lwyd - And I Fell In Love With The Concept. Here Are Some Of My Lwyd Arts I Drew

めでたいでんしゃ「かい」は本当に可愛いです…

i'm looking at the official valentines day art and i know i need a plush adorable version of genya the puppy

RIGHT NOW

I started playing Baldur's Gate 3 a couple months before I ran away from my mother's house.

Looking back on my first playthrough now, I understand why my favorite characters resonated with me so much...

Astarion, who wanted freedom and choice, who wanted to escape the supervision of someone he had to call a Master and whose orders he had to follow.

Karlah, who also wanted freedom and the ability to simply live, without fear, without orders, without having to fight for her life every day, wanting simple closeness, simple... Touch and acceptance, recognition.

Recognition that they were both not monsters and deserved to live.

I didn't know then how close they really were to me.

These two.

Ponyo (2008)

Promise

The first time you meet him, you swear to yourself that this fucking idiot with scars is clearly not himself and that you will stay away from him.

He is loud, rude as hell, mocking, sometimes you think He genuinely enjoys the way his nichirin blade decapitates demons while He bares his fangs in a sadistic grin.

He is secretive, prickly, does not tolerate those he does not know near him, like a fucking wolf who trusts only his pack, and even if the other Hashira speak well of you, He does not look at you.

You learn his story when Rengoku mentions it one day, and you understand. Before you thought He was just a fucking idiot, now you understand why he is like that.

A man who has lost almost everything.

You promise yourself not to pity him.

Sanemi does not need fucking pity.

You promise yourself that your feelings towards him won't change, and you really do, until you start to notice how difficult it really is for him.

You break your promise to yourself when you realize you're in love.

And you're screwed.

@xxlady-lunaxx @ohagi-bites

*sweats nervously and flaps fins*

I, having just calmed down after three years in the Bionicle fandom, where I developed Matau (a silly bird) in many AUs, after re-watching Night Watch, warmly remembering Soren and the emotions he brought me as a child, after watching mha, admiring Hawk, sit down to watch kny: So, well, everything will be calm here Urogi: *appears* Me, tearing apart the pillow: FUCKING BIRD

Sometimes I am overcome with an almost animal horror from what is happening. Not only in my life but also around me. But the experience that I had to go through sometimes undermines me too much. For a long time, for several years, I have been haunted by the feeling that I function by some kind of damn miracle. My therapist once expressed the idea that I may have real physical problems that are reflected in my psyche, which simply cannot cope and works in emergency mode, but I cannot allow myself to understand more thoroughly whether this is true. Sometimes I am simply afraid to live, but I am also afraid to die. Sometimes I am so afraid, not understanding why I still continue to survive while my rods are cracking. Perhaps I am just afraid that death will not be a release. I try to think more about things that make me happy, to contemplate more beauty around me, but sometimes fear still takes hold of me, reminding me of the horror of the past from which I escaped. I don't know why I'm writing this here, maybe so that on better days I can read these words again and smile, but this time from relief. Don't pay too much attention to it, I just need an outlet sometimes, apparently, so I don't lose my head completely. And in the end, this is my blog with my stuff, so let this stay here until I return to better days.