Made By @rrenpup On TikTok.

what should i do to him

Base grian design from this post eheyy

Sin of Pride: Lucifer

Pearlo:D

Pearlo:)

Returning to my (original) roots as a rimuru sama fanatic

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Week 20: Chapter 15.5

A big thanks to maru for taking care of the full coloring of this comic since i wasn't feeling so well

She deserves full appreciation and love for being such good and skillful artist edit:

Also reminder!

Double Hearted starts in 2010, this extra occurs 3 months before the motherspore events

It's quite the strat boys

Happy late Valentines ft. an alternative version to the end of Total Eclipse @zipzapzooooooom wrote during comic production <3

Honestly fascinating how much The Lifers dehumanize themselves.

They so often see themselves as monsters, curses, weapons, rabid animals, assets, currency, anything but people.

Lives are currency, bodies are only as important as they are useful, every word they speak, every breath they breathe, they think of themselves in bargaining power and viability and use.

They cut off parts of themselves, it's okay, it won't be permanent. They push down their feelings and desires, because honoring them won't get you anywhere. They die. They wake up again.

Something puppets them, strings that can't be cut. There is no agency in this place, they are always on stage.

Something opens its mouth to devour them. They are livestock off to slaughter, their very emotions cuts of meat.

Something won't let them leave, traps them behind invisible glass. Bug taxidermy, butterfly wings pinned to a wall.

There's something inherently dehumanizing in the mere concept of the games. There is no end, there is no way out, there is no choice. You will kill, and you will bleed, and you will die, and They will feast on your performance, and you will wake up to kill again.

How can you keep seeing yourself fully as a person through that? How can you not start to look in the mirror and see a sharpened blade made for killing, or a puppet dancing on stage, or butterfly wings pinned to the wall, or livestock to slaughter?

This world is one that poisons the mind, destroys the body, and steals the soul.

She would cry is someone told her she reminds them of her father lmaoo

*Jinshi sees Maomao looking sad and depressed*

Jinshi: "Maomao, what happened? Why do you look so sad?"

Maomao: "I just received the worst insult in my entire life."

Jinshi: "Who said it? What is it?"

Maomao: "Someone said I resembled my father."

I love when people draw Grian with sharp teeth. He is spiky. He is a brat. He will talk back, and get under your skin, and blow you up, and laugh at you, and for all intents and purposes, is a great ally to have. You can make truces with him, and have him on your side, but a true ally ship with him is rare and worth so much.

It takes a certain kind of patience to peel those spiky layers away and expose the softness underneath. And Scar has that unintentional patience and charm. He is so effortlessly himself that it makes you want to be open too and bask in his warmth. He is kind, and wears his heart on his sleeve, and does flighty, fanciful acts of indulgence that make Grian giggle and role his eyes.

Grian is like a cunning attack dog, setting traps for those who mean him and his possessions harm. Fiercely protective and loyal to the core. He builds a home for them, a monument to their alliance, and a place for only them to enjoy in the quiet peace under the stars. Scar welcomes him back with a warm hug, coos and praises his lovely bird for a job well done. He gives Grian freedom to do what he likes, to venture, and find, and will always wait patiently, for he knows his birdie will come back to him.

They are both akin to dragons hoarding what they find to be precious.

Their bodies may leave that desert, but their remnants are there for decades to come, dancing a slow, musicless dance with one another in the pieces of sand where their relationship blossomed.

Hermit-a-Day May Day 2: The G-man Himself

Mote grain!!!!!!!