Aghw18

I can't remember anything🤧it/any pronoun, chronically online, neurodivergent. Spam me with prompts all u want

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A quick guide of using 🔍 on my page:

Atla➡️ All atla stuff including random words, memes, reblogging and my sketches etc, basically this fandom

Freedom fighters➡️ All contents related to freedom fighters, including reblogging, sketches, memes and headcanons etc

Avatar the last airbender➡️ Posts that i ve created, including random thoughts, headcanons and sketches etc

My art➡️ Drawings doodles etc

My brain says CROSSOVER➡️ characters that gives me similar vibes

Scissor seven➡️ all posts related, including reblogs

Cike wuliuqi ➡️ includes original scissor seven content of mine

Black butler ➡️ all posts related, including reblogs

Kuroshitsuji ➡️ includes original content of mine

Bleach ➡️ all posts related, including reblogs

ブリーチ ➡️ includes original content of mine

Chat ask tell quest? Idk basically anything ➡️ Replying ask box. As it says, basically anything, abt my drawings or more headcanons etc. Also if theres anything u wanna see me draw, just pop them in here.

Commission open 👉 more info

Twitter 👉 same username, for nsfω & gοrе соntents, but since twitter is dying, I'm slowly moving my stuff to Bsky , a twitter alternative

Just started Ko-Fi

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Lit.links, basically linktr.ee

I don't like using full stops so i use a lot of "..."

I post then edit tags later; i edit A LOT (including old posts...so there's a chance that u can find new stuff if u go back to the old things i posted)

I'm neurodivergent, i m on spectrum

⚠️🗣️ I've got problems regarding replying messages so hold in mind that i might take a VERY VERY VERY long time to reply ur message, weeks even. I'll always try to reply as quick as i can. I do read them in time but it just takes a lot for me to reply. Most of the times it's just i don't have the mental capacity to do so.

But dont worry abt sending me messages, i rlly enjoy reading them (＞人＜;)

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Read from right to left*

Gilga is chronically actively suicidal and has tried way more than 25 times in my hc

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The night was quiet.

So quiet that even the wind sounded like sand scraping against the eardrum.

They were both on the balcony.

Nodt sat on the ground, hands gripping the railing, legs dangling outside, swaying in the air.

Gilga leaned against the railing, an unlit cigarette between his lips, eyes drifting toward the sliver of new moon in the sky.

There were no signals of collapse in the air. No processed emotions. Only one of them suddenly spoke—voice even, like cold metal dropped into a tank of water.

“I won't say that I'm alive... I'm just not dead yet.”

He said it without emphasis, without tremor, without pause. As natural as stating the temperature. As if it had been chewed a thousand times inside him before he let it out.

Nodt didn’t move. He wasn’t surprised.

He just turned his head slightly, glanced at Gilga, then slowly let his gaze drift forward again.

The air seemed to sink a little.

He didn’t reply right away. Even he was silent for longer than usual, as if the words hadn’t been said to him, but simply thrown into the balcony space to see who’d be the first to pick them up.

The silence held for five, six seconds.

Long enough to feel like a short dream.

Then he spoke. Voice soft, emotionless, even slightly water-soaked and hoarse:

“Death......really isn’t an easy thing.”

A second passed. He added, as if finishing the sentence:

“...Especially when people are looking for it.”

It wasn’t philosophy.

It wasn’t a lofty pose.

It wasn’t a gentle “don’t be like this.”

It was like a sheet of glass pressed in front of Gilga’s eyes—

not an answer, but a temperature to perceive.

Gilga didn’t say anything. He just kept the cigarette in his mouth, eyes dropping to Nodt’s knuckles wrapped around the bars.

Then his mouth twitched—almost a smile, almost too tired to keep talking.

The light was still on, but no one had touched it in a long time.

Only the two of them were left in the air—

one standing, a cigarette hanging from his mouth;

the other sitting between the rails, hair damp, shoulders slack.

Gilga stared at him.

His brow raised slightly—not in amusement this time,

but like he had just caught something—

A way of speaking too calm, too familiar.

Not someone quoting a story.

Someone who’d been there.

He didn’t think too much—

the words came out on their own.

“Then...what about you?”

Not concern.

Not closeness.

Just a beat-late recognition:

You weren’t talking about someone else.

You’ve walked that line too.

Nodt didn’t look up right away.

He was quiet for two seconds,

as if confirming: so we’re really going there, huh.

Then he lowered his head, as if sinking back to a dream—eyes falling to the void and height under his dangling feet.

His voice was low.

So low it didn’t even sound meant for Gilga.

More like he was speaking to the versions of himself that hadn’t died.

“I've...been on that edge for too long.”

In that moment, he wasn’t Nodt.

Not the one who puked on you, licked your mouth,

not the one whose need for control bit through everything.

He was someone who had once been trapped—

by a hospital bed, by convulsions, by bitten lips and a throat that wouldn’t open.

His head bowed, fingers pressed to the railing,

like feeling for the bars of a cell he never escaped.

Then he said one more thing,

“Human body......truly is amazing.”

Not praise.

Not awe.

Just a joke told by someone too tired to laugh—

The kind of joke you make when you’ve tried to die

and your body just keeps refusing.

Gilga stared at him.

At that lowered head.

At the way his neck looked like a taut string about to snap.

The light hit Nodt’s shoulder,

and it looked like he was still folding inward—

like someone who’d “walked too long” hadn’t quite made it back.

Gilga’s breath came a little uneven.

He didn’t cough, didn’t sigh, didn’t curse.

He just said, low and hoarse,

“......Tell me about it.”

You don't say.

Like stepping onto the same soil where he once buried something. And now someone else stood there, too.

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Just making up stuff based on my own impressions and preferences

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Old sketches of tokka – modern au

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U ROCKKK‼️‼️‼️I love your drawings is there any art tips u'd like to share?

Thanks ↖(^ω^)↗

These are all my personal thoughts of practicing arts and to address some common misconceptions i have been witnessing overtime.

Draw like u dont have an eraser, needless to say Undo or Liquidy (for the younger me, i was just lazy but i like the texture of pencils and the convenience of mechanical pencil so i still dont use much ink or ballpoint pens. This helps great with the lines and the ability to abstract, conclude, imitate and thus the ability to grow ur own way or style of drawing)

Draw like u are in a hurry and dont got much time on each piece - so no scribbling repetition of lines or trying every bit of imitation of perfection. U can draw slow but dont be unsure of what you've drawn. Actually, dont try to copy/trace the thing u wanna depict, try drawing a different perspective/version of the same character of what character u have in mind.

Study Why they are drawn like those, not How they are drawn like those. Saves a great deal of unnecessary doubts. Study the anatomy and colour theory, but dont put faiths/solely dependent on how many people are doing this too on how other people address them, so u dont follow/imitate them blindly.

Dont try to use blur/spraypoint to increase the confidence interval, it's just unconfident and lazy. If anything, try study the Sailulu mindset. Lines and curves makes shapes, which can suggest a lot of anatomy or structure of shading. Also it's much more quicker then trying to blend/sculpture everything. Acts as a strong base on pursuing blending.

Dont try to do anything to its fullness - rhythms are present in drawings too. If it's Well Done every where it becomes tiring for audience to view. Negative spaces and blanks serves their own purpose, so does the difference of complexity/completion in different parts in one drawing.

Linearts with abundant details can also save the effort of colouring, since only the base colour with simple highlights/big spray gradients are required to convey the message/idea. If the effort-message ratio is too off, it becomes tiring for people to view. Some might appreciate that, but i see that as wanting to win audience by sympathy instead of the actual artwork.

As for me, i view arts as: the lower the effort, the more the messages is conveyed, the better this piece is. In a way of saying - an ongoing pursuit of being able to be lazy smartly

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Old sketches of modern au

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Other old sketches of my dearings

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Old sketches of tokka

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Old sketches of ♻️

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Old sketches of fire nation costume sokka

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Old sketches of fire nation costume Toph

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Genderbent sokka and other old sketches

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Old sketches of Toph

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Other sokka old sketches

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Scraping my old arts of Aang and zuko

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Old doodles of Yue 3 years ago

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Doodles 3 years ago