So, Since You Like My Thoughts On These Two, I'll Continue To Tease Them

I've been thinking a lot about that one post I made a while back and wanted to see it in the form of a comic.

Original post underneath for reference.

Animal Crossing: New Horizons - Museum Scenery (Fish Exhibit)

KAPOW!!!!!

I realized that I didn't publish the news that I bought the Genya figur

I think Genya hates his demon eating ability.

He wants to fight fair and square, with his own strength, and he hates every time he has to take demon flesh just to survive and keep fighting.

He hates the taste of demon flesh, he would rather drink poison, but that's the only way he can survive and heal his wounds.

Genya hates it.

I'm so honored to be able to witness this moment 😭

BAKUGO MAINTAINING HIS WINNING STREAK ON NINE CONSECUTIVE POPULARITY POLLS

2nd-4th: AtenaHena on YouTube https://youtu.be/RZGJ0rpebNw

5th-7th: @sideofcalimary and @dragonpunk15 (this is how i find out you both have tumblrs help)

8th, 9th, World Best Hero: sherbie_2 on X (let me know if they have a tumblr acc so I could tag them)

A rough sketch of one of my main characters. It's unfair, I really love clawed hands, but I don't know how to draw them at all.

If you're having a bad day...

Here (I love them, okey?)

N.A: Credits to the original author

sorry that you think my fictional ship is illegal. I actually consulted a fictional lawyer about it and he had a talk with a fictional cop about the fictional laws and then they both looked at me, and very seriously said "we'll allow it because it's hot."

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.