Name : Kaelyn/Kay • Age : 🔞 • Art, memes, •ART COMMISSIONS ARE OPEN!!!!!!•Beyblade, Yugioh, Sailor Moon, Korean kids shows, MULTI FANDOM I JUST FORGET ABOUT THEM 😭🙏
Check out the KKTHDL place for fans community on Discord - hang out with 48 other members and enjoy free voice and text chat.
If you guys want to be in a beyblade discord server you all are welcome to be in my, its pretty dead but there are some active people. But it could be a little chaotic (I am friends with a lot of chaotic people) If you do not like that you dont have to join in, if you do like this kind of server you can join and have fun as you like
beyblade is absolutely awful for consistency re: art style and character design between different seasons (so many eye colour changes… why this), so shoving my fave kids into my own style was a fun lil challenge!!
i’m definitely more partial to season 1 and 3 though for sure
lui & ryuga doodles bc in my heart of hearts of a beyblade burst larp theyre brothers ❤️
genuinely why tf did burst steal everyones melanin. like dont get me wrong you can have pale characters but literally almost EVERYONE is pale 😭😭 mfb took all the melanin for itself
someone called lui a mini ryuga so
theyre both haters 😁😁
2 apples tall..... 🍎🍎
yes someone called lui "his chudlet" and i think its amazing
You thought you were saving everyone. Thought this was the right thing to do.
Give up your name.
Give up your voice. Identity lost.
No one told you you'd be trapped in stasis. Lost to time. Not a thought to your name.
No. No one had really thought through any of your rule had they? You were young. Naive. Scared. Tired. And yet you served. Like a sheep sat on the dinner plate.
And this feeling seems to build up as you slowly lose pieces of yourself to the endless time in the gaping void of the millennium puzzle.
That you did something wrong. This was your fault. That you don't deserve the love and comforts of a happy, completely carefree childhood.
When you finally get freed from this birdcage you locked yourself in, are you happy? Scared? Angry? Lost? Or just numb?
No one remembers the name of À̸̛̛̛̛̛̛̛̖̖̟̖̙̉̅̍̋̔̇̿̄̃̐̉̅̏̏̾̈̏̎̐͐̏͆́̿̂̅̂̓̿̆͛͐̿͊̈́͆̃̽̂̒̌̎̍̈̍̈͒̅̃͂̄̏̐́͋̌͐̃̅̐́͐̒̆͌͌͂̍͂͊̈̅͋̃͌̓̓͊̆́̇̀̽̈́͌̒͑̾̈́̀̉̀̏̂̆̓̋́͊̀́̐̀́̈́̈̉̔́̏͂́̎̌͌̍̔̈́͋̈͐̌͑̐̔̑̑̊̓̃͛͛͛̿̊̀͐̕̚͘̚̚̕̕̕͝͝͝͠͝͝ͅṰ̷̨̨̢̢̡̧̧̨̡̩͈͚̭̼̱̹̤͔̭̭͙̮̼̠̫̭̦̙̗̣͙̱̙̖̖̹̺͇̻̗̞̪̯̟̝̜̜̬͙̱̻̻̤͚͚̝̻̫̘͚̖̙̭̜̮̺̻̥̳͖͖̪̯̙̟̺̪̳̺͔̮̗̦̱̮͇̰̗̣̫̮͚̔͐̄̿̎̀̽̈́͂̈̃́̅̐̏̕͘͜͜ͅE̸̡̢̢̡̡̢̡̧̨̢̡̨̨̘̤͍̦̣̝͙̲͔̪̱͉̱̠̣̱̗̮͙͍̥͇̥͍̩̟̰͕͎̲̤̜̙͓̥͇̗͖͍̹͍͓͚̲̤̫̞̺̩̬̹̜̪̹̳͈̥̘̱̩̭͎͈͇̫͙͍͇͇͖̯͎̤͙̖̟̩̪̖͉̰͙̻̳͇̫̹̘͖̟̺̳͇̦̪̙̖̙̝͔͇̯͙̜͙̭̤͇̝͎̘̺̼̻͐̂̊̓͐͊̆̅̏͆̀̐̈̽͗͑͌̾̇̏͑̽̇̀̚͘͘̕͜͜͜͜͜͝͝ͅͅM̵̡̢̢̢̨̨̡̢̡̨̩̫̝̘̥͕̟̺̘̞̫̲̤̙̫̟͈̦̦̞̘̪̱̩̖̠͕̬̗̯̘̮͇͉̜̦̤͚̰̝͚͈̜̹͍͉̙̫̥̻̮̪̗͚̘̜̻̼̙͕̹͚͓͔̪̼͔͇̟̯͇̳̱͚͙̣̰̮̰͍͓̣̘̮̮̭͈̺̙͈̹̣͈̀̂̉̊͐̓̈̈́̾̈͌͌͛̄̈́̽͐̍͐͊̿̀̏̔̆͋̕͜͜͠͝ͅͅ.
The name of H̸̢̢̧̡̢̧̨̢̢̧̛̟̫͉̯̟̣̹͚̬̞̮̖̭̲͇̖̳͚͈̙̺̣̬̼̮̹͚͓͔̟͙͎̤̰̲̦̯͓̝̗͕͍̘̯͕͈̦̻̞̰̗͉̥̹̮͇̳͕̣̟̳̻̺̠̰͉̰̲͇͎̙̻̲͕̟̹̎̊̈́̈́̀̐̊̄́͂̀͌̔͑̅͆̊̇̈̍̆͗́̿̃̑̃̑͗̊̿̔̾̀̊̇̌̈͆͆͌̃͌̉̅͐̈̿̅͆͒͋̅̿̔̐̈́̿̒̏̏̈́̂̌̆̋͒͗̂͆̿͊̉͌̊̀̆͒͗͛̌͆͌̓̌̓̓̏̋͂́͛͂͗̔̓̔̒̈́͆̊͆̀̅̏͌̔̈́̊̆̊͗̈́̂̓̂͌̒̐͑̀́̒͂̌͆̇̃͐͂̌̏̌̍̑̂̍̋̂͗̾͗̈́̑͌̾̈̈́̈́͂̾̒̋̓͐̊̈́̅̓̎̃̊̍̀̂̏̍̄͘͘͘͘̕̕̕͘̕͜͜͝͠͝͝͠͝͝͠͠͝͠͝ͅI̵̢̧̧̢̡̧̨̡̨̡̢̡̧̡̢̡̢̢̢̡̢̛͇͖̻͎̟̝̹̦̭̺̰̲͔͎̜̯̦̙͙̥̩͖̘̹̖̟̟̭̘̝̗̬̣̙̦̫̩̮̩̙͔͉̥̲̜͉̙̦̼̞̙͔͍͈̪̦̥̞̜̙̘̜͈͚͕̬̥͚̹̜͇̥͈̦̥͓̥̰͔̩͖̻̰̝͚̜̬̜̥̙̞̥̗̮͖͎̣̤̣̪̩̱̩̳̙͙͈̜̠̪̮͇̫̞̤̳͇͎̮͇̮̱̱̤̖̦͍̭̜̯̜̼̳̩̟̲̖̭̟̥͈͖̪̱͗̏̋͐̾͗̎̀́̀̃̀̐̎͗̈́̒͐̎̿̏̊̑̄̊́͆͒̇̿̌̂̾̂̈́͒̃̂̋͆͂̐͋̃̓̍̏̉̂̾̓͌̀̈́̑̎̽͋̈́̀̄͗͑́́̔̓̎̎͌͂̐͐̅̓̈͛̽̑̎͆̽̓̈́̎͐̊͊̑͛̈͋͐̌͊͆̉̃̂́̋̏̉̃͑̌̇͆̈́͑̌̓̎́͒̂͋̐͒̃͊͌͑̆̍̓̇̑̍̊̈́̀̕͘͘͘͘̕͘͘̕͘͜͝͝͠͝͠͝͠͝͠͝͠ͅͅͅM̴̧̨̢̨̡̢̧̢̡̢̰̖͔͍̹̰̱̩̲͍͓̻̱͎̖̟̜͓̩̙̦̝̞͈̺̯̘̫̳̞̥̝̫̯̯͔̥͙̘͈͇̱̹̖̦̯̫̳̳͓̳̩̺͎̣͕̱͙͚̖͕̠̭͔̯͙͉̜̭̝̯̺͕͕̣̜̺͎̮̱̳̲͉̜̯̣̣̪̞̰̺͆͑̀̾̀̊͛͊̉̀̓̌͂̑̀̄͘͠͝
Maybe he never existed at all. Maybe he's always just been
Just Ỳ̴̢̢̨̨̧̺͍͈͓̝̹͚̗̠̫̱͓̟͇̻̭̺̠͍͇̦̘̩̝̬̤̖͈̝͍̹̤̪̟͕̦̘̯͎̌̏̾͗̇́̏͋̀̽͋̓̅̀̔̂̄̋̀͗͆͐͛͒̎̀͗̑̽̃̋͒̊͛̅͂͋̈́̅̔̋̅̃͆̿̍̄̄̃̌̔̆̄͒̏̑́̄̂̂̆̀̏̐͋̔́̈̀̆͗̌͂͐̀̏̔̓̆̿͊͋̇̄̄̾͆̄͌́͒́̈́́͐̎̃̚̕̚͘̕̚̚̚͜͝͝͝U̸̧̢̧̧̡̡̢̧̢̧̨̘̠̺͔̤͎̟̲̰̠̼̳̝̹̺͖̣̳͈̰̰̪͎̥̬̭̤̤̬̮̟̮̱̣͇͍̠͉͙̮̩͙̫͈̘̮̩͉͇̰͇͔͕̳̦̦̪̯̠̳̹͙̜̬̥͓̰̻͎̰̭͉̬͉͈͔͓̮̠̰͇̱̼̗̪̟͙̘̤̪͍͍̪̜̟͉̹̦͉͚̜̯̣͖̬̙̤̻̟͎̯͉̅̏̀͐̈́̃̇̌̓̌̐̽̈́̈́́̃̀̈́̋̆̃̽̀̋̈̈͑͊̽̆̿̇̀̓̈́͐́̇̄̆́̌͐̇̇̔͑̌͂̀́͊̀͋̆̎̂̄́̅̽͌̑͛̇̒̃̔̽̎͑͆̀̉̉̉̈́͋͊̅̉̊̍͌̃͊̊́̑̉̇̈̋̀̾͒̊͒̅̓͑̎͒̉͒͘͘̚͘̕̚͘͜͜͜͜͜͜͜͝͝͝͠͠͝͠ͅͅͅĢ̴̢̨̧̡̙̺̟̱̘̻̳͕͉̼͓̫̫̲̝͚̰̦̜̳͓̥̖̦̦̝̻̱̺̪͎̭̬̯̥͎͕͇͙͎͚̣̳̤̩̜̰̟̪̺̙̟̹̖̟̠̖̤͔͕̗̪͖̬̯̭͉͈͚͓̺̭̬͔̞̫̜̙̖̤̼͓̘̯͉̓̒̈̓̒͋̇͑̚͜͜͝͠ͅI̸̡̡̡̧̧̧̨̢̛̠̠̻̭͙̺̤͕͕͎̯̬̖̝͙̦͔̟͍͇̠̱̘͈͖̻͔̯͔̗͉̫̗̥̹̣̖̦̭̪̯̜͉͎̥̝̣̩͎͙̭̖̙̞͇̤̯̺͇̲͇̮̲͉͚̳̬͙̞̺̠̠̾̀̐̈̒͌̒̒͌͒̒͛̐̇̃̐̓̓͒̇̉̋̍̎͒̔̈́̈́̓͗͐̑̒̽̊̈́̒̿̃̊̂̅̎̉̏̈́̍̃̃̒̂̏͊̌͛͊̅̈̈́̀̓͛̐͋̂͘͘͜͜͠͝͠͝͝͝͝͠͝ͅͅͅ...
No wonder why Yami was a little gremlin shit eater (/affectionate) in s0 era ehe ;)
You thought you were saving everyone. Thought this was the right thing to do.
Give up your name.
Give up your voice. Identity lost.
No one told you you'd be trapped in stasis. Lost to time. Not a thought to your name.
No. No one had really thought through any of your rule had they? You were young. Naive. Scared. Tired. And yet you served. Like a sheep sat on the dinner plate.
And this feeling seems to build up as you slowly lose pieces of yourself to the endless time in the gaping void of the millennium puzzle.
That you did something wrong. This was your fault. That you don't deserve the love and comforts of a happy, completely carefree childhood.
When you finally get freed from this birdcage you locked yourself in, are you happy? Scared? Angry? Lost? Or just numb?
No one remembers the name of À̸̛̛̛̛̛̛̛̖̖̟̖̙̉̅̍̋̔̇̿̄̃̐̉̅̏̏̾̈̏̎̐͐̏͆́̿̂̅̂̓̿̆͛͐̿͊̈́͆̃̽̂̒̌̎̍̈̍̈͒̅̃͂̄̏̐́͋̌͐̃̅̐́͐̒̆͌͌͂̍͂͊̈̅͋̃͌̓̓͊̆́̇̀̽̈́͌̒͑̾̈́̀̉̀̏̂̆̓̋́͊̀́̐̀́̈́̈̉̔́̏͂́̎̌͌̍̔̈́͋̈͐̌͑̐̔̑̑̊̓̃͛͛͛̿̊̀͐̕̚͘̚̚̕̕̕͝͝͝͠͝͝ͅṰ̷̨̨̢̢̡̧̧̨̡̩͈͚̭̼̱̹̤͔̭̭͙̮̼̠̫̭̦̙̗̣͙̱̙̖̖̹̺͇̻̗̞̪̯̟̝̜̜̬͙̱̻̻̤͚͚̝̻̫̘͚̖̙̭̜̮̺̻̥̳͖͖̪̯̙̟̺̪̳̺͔̮̗̦̱̮͇̰̗̣̫̮͚̔͐̄̿̎̀̽̈́͂̈̃́̅̐̏̕͘͜͜ͅE̸̡̢̢̡̡̢̡̧̨̢̡̨̨̘̤͍̦̣̝͙̲͔̪̱͉̱̠̣̱̗̮͙͍̥͇̥͍̩̟̰͕͎̲̤̜̙͓̥͇̗͖͍̹͍͓͚̲̤̫̞̺̩̬̹̜̪̹̳͈̥̘̱̩̭͎͈͇̫͙͍͇͇͖̯͎̤͙̖̟̩̪̖͉̰͙̻̳͇̫̹̘͖̟̺̳͇̦̪̙̖̙̝͔͇̯͙̜͙̭̤͇̝͎̘̺̼̻͐̂̊̓͐͊̆̅̏͆̀̐̈̽͗͑͌̾̇̏͑̽̇̀̚͘͘̕͜͜͜͜͜͝͝ͅͅM̵̡̢̢̢̨̨̡̢̡̨̩̫̝̘̥͕̟̺̘̞̫̲̤̙̫̟͈̦̦̞̘̪̱̩̖̠͕̬̗̯̘̮͇͉̜̦̤͚̰̝͚͈̜̹͍͉̙̫̥̻̮̪̗͚̘̜̻̼̙͕̹͚͓͔̪̼͔͇̟̯͇̳̱͚͙̣̰̮̰͍͓̣̘̮̮̭͈̺̙͈̹̣͈̀̂̉̊͐̓̈̈́̾̈͌͌͛̄̈́̽͐̍͐͊̿̀̏̔̆͋̕͜͜͠͝ͅͅ.
The name of H̸̢̢̧̡̢̧̨̢̢̧̛̟̫͉̯̟̣̹͚̬̞̮̖̭̲͇̖̳͚͈̙̺̣̬̼̮̹͚͓͔̟͙͎̤̰̲̦̯͓̝̗͕͍̘̯͕͈̦̻̞̰̗͉̥̹̮͇̳͕̣̟̳̻̺̠̰͉̰̲͇͎̙̻̲͕̟̹̎̊̈́̈́̀̐̊̄́͂̀͌̔͑̅͆̊̇̈̍̆͗́̿̃̑̃̑͗̊̿̔̾̀̊̇̌̈͆͆͌̃͌̉̅͐̈̿̅͆͒͋̅̿̔̐̈́̿̒̏̏̈́̂̌̆̋͒͗̂͆̿͊̉͌̊̀̆͒͗͛̌͆͌̓̌̓̓̏̋͂́͛͂͗̔̓̔̒̈́͆̊͆̀̅̏͌̔̈́̊̆̊͗̈́̂̓̂͌̒̐͑̀́̒͂̌͆̇̃͐͂̌̏̌̍̑̂̍̋̂͗̾͗̈́̑͌̾̈̈́̈́͂̾̒̋̓͐̊̈́̅̓̎̃̊̍̀̂̏̍̄͘͘͘͘̕̕̕͘̕͜͜͝͠͝͝͠͝͝͠͠͝͠͝ͅI̵̢̧̧̢̡̧̨̡̨̡̢̡̧̡̢̡̢̢̢̡̢̛͇͖̻͎̟̝̹̦̭̺̰̲͔͎̜̯̦̙͙̥̩͖̘̹̖̟̟̭̘̝̗̬̣̙̦̫̩̮̩̙͔͉̥̲̜͉̙̦̼̞̙͔͍͈̪̦̥̞̜̙̘̜͈͚͕̬̥͚̹̜͇̥͈̦̥͓̥̰͔̩͖̻̰̝͚̜̬̜̥̙̞̥̗̮͖͎̣̤̣̪̩̱̩̳̙͙͈̜̠̪̮͇̫̞̤̳͇͎̮͇̮̱̱̤̖̦͍̭̜̯̜̼̳̩̟̲̖̭̟̥͈͖̪̱͗̏̋͐̾͗̎̀́̀̃̀̐̎͗̈́̒͐̎̿̏̊̑̄̊́͆͒̇̿̌̂̾̂̈́͒̃̂̋͆͂̐͋̃̓̍̏̉̂̾̓͌̀̈́̑̎̽͋̈́̀̄͗͑́́̔̓̎̎͌͂̐͐̅̓̈͛̽̑̎͆̽̓̈́̎͐̊͊̑͛̈͋͐̌͊͆̉̃̂́̋̏̉̃͑̌̇͆̈́͑̌̓̎́͒̂͋̐͒̃͊͌͑̆̍̓̇̑̍̊̈́̀̕͘͘͘͘̕͘͘̕͘͜͝͝͠͝͠͝͠͝͠͝͠ͅͅͅM̴̧̨̢̨̡̢̧̢̡̢̰̖͔͍̹̰̱̩̲͍͓̻̱͎̖̟̜͓̩̙̦̝̞͈̺̯̘̫̳̞̥̝̫̯̯͔̥͙̘͈͇̱̹̖̦̯̫̳̳͓̳̩̺͎̣͕̱͙͚̖͕̠̭͔̯͙͉̜̭̝̯̺͕͕̣̜̺͎̮̱̳̲͉̜̯̣̣̪̞̰̺͆͑̀̾̀̊͛͊̉̀̓̌͂̑̀̄͘͠͝
Maybe he never existed at all. Maybe he's always just been
Just Ỳ̴̢̢̨̨̧̺͍͈͓̝̹͚̗̠̫̱͓̟͇̻̭̺̠͍͇̦̘̩̝̬̤̖͈̝͍̹̤̪̟͕̦̘̯͎̌̏̾͗̇́̏͋̀̽͋̓̅̀̔̂̄̋̀͗͆͐͛͒̎̀͗̑̽̃̋͒̊͛̅͂͋̈́̅̔̋̅̃͆̿̍̄̄̃̌̔̆̄͒̏̑́̄̂̂̆̀̏̐͋̔́̈̀̆͗̌͂͐̀̏̔̓̆̿͊͋̇̄̄̾͆̄͌́͒́̈́́͐̎̃̚̕̚͘̕̚̚̚͜͝͝͝U̸̧̢̧̧̡̡̢̧̢̧̨̘̠̺͔̤͎̟̲̰̠̼̳̝̹̺͖̣̳͈̰̰̪͎̥̬̭̤̤̬̮̟̮̱̣͇͍̠͉͙̮̩͙̫͈̘̮̩͉͇̰͇͔͕̳̦̦̪̯̠̳̹͙̜̬̥͓̰̻͎̰̭͉̬͉͈͔͓̮̠̰͇̱̼̗̪̟͙̘̤̪͍͍̪̜̟͉̹̦͉͚̜̯̣͖̬̙̤̻̟͎̯͉̅̏̀͐̈́̃̇̌̓̌̐̽̈́̈́́̃̀̈́̋̆̃̽̀̋̈̈͑͊̽̆̿̇̀̓̈́͐́̇̄̆́̌͐̇̇̔͑̌͂̀́͊̀͋̆̎̂̄́̅̽͌̑͛̇̒̃̔̽̎͑͆̀̉̉̉̈́͋͊̅̉̊̍͌̃͊̊́̑̉̇̈̋̀̾͒̊͒̅̓͑̎͒̉͒͘͘̚͘̕̚͘͜͜͜͜͜͜͜͝͝͝͠͠͝͠ͅͅͅĢ̴̢̨̧̡̙̺̟̱̘̻̳͕͉̼͓̫̫̲̝͚̰̦̜̳͓̥̖̦̦̝̻̱̺̪͎̭̬̯̥͎͕͇͙͎͚̣̳̤̩̜̰̟̪̺̙̟̹̖̟̠̖̤͔͕̗̪͖̬̯̭͉͈͚͓̺̭̬͔̞̫̜̙̖̤̼͓̘̯͉̓̒̈̓̒͋̇͑̚͜͜͝͠ͅI̸̡̡̡̧̧̧̨̢̛̠̠̻̭͙̺̤͕͕͎̯̬̖̝͙̦͔̟͍͇̠̱̘͈͖̻͔̯͔̗͉̫̗̥̹̣̖̦̭̪̯̜͉͎̥̝̣̩͎͙̭̖̙̞͇̤̯̺͇̲͇̮̲͉͚̳̬͙̞̺̠̠̾̀̐̈̒͌̒̒͌͒̒͛̐̇̃̐̓̓͒̇̉̋̍̎͒̔̈́̈́̓͗͐̑̒̽̊̈́̒̿̃̊̂̅̎̉̏̈́̍̃̃̒̂̏͊̌͛͊̅̈̈́̀̓͛̐͋̂͘͘͜͜͠͝͠͝͝͝͝͠͝ͅͅͅ...
No wonder why Yami was a little gremlin shit eater (/affectionate) in s0 era ehe ;)
+ some none au mfb doodles (Hyoma + Sophie and Klaus were requests) (@yhe-memest dragged me into the Ryugingka fixation, this was purely me drawing Ryuga ooc for the fun of it LOL) + CAT RYUGA I FORGOT TO REMOOOVEEEEE LMAOOOOO
I could've done better but honestly I'm still satisfied of how it came out.
I'm starting to use Clip Studio paint for the first time bc I use Krita before and for some reason Krita is being a little b word to me and wasn't letting me go into my saved art projects, so now I am paying monthly subscriptions to draw on CSP, And it works wonders ofc
At the end of the day, who really are you if everything you know about yourself stems from the life of a person you're pretending to live as?
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My name is Muto Yugi.
I like games. I like my friends. I like burgers. I have a grandpa at home who loves me.
My name is Muto Yugi.
I go to school everyday with my friends. I wake up at 5AM so I have time to do my hair.
My name is Muto Yugi.
I meet them everyday. We play games together.
My name is Yugi Muto.
I don't like the taste of burgers. I don't like eating.
My name is Yugi Muto.
I wake up at 1AM everyday. I sneak out through the window. There is this guard in my home that I don't know.
My name is Yugi Muto.
He grabs my arms and keeps me trapped in my home. He claims he's "worried" and that "I'm injured" but HES LYING!! HE WANTS TO TRAP ME INSIDE!!
My name is Yugi Muto.
The guard is wrinkled and says my name like he knows me. He's lying. It's a trick.
My name is Yugi.
My friends look at me funny. I don't like looking at them.
My name is Yugi?
I don't brush my hair. I don't wash my face. I don't go to school. Everyone is WATCHING ME at school. I don't know ANYONE AT SCHOOL.
My name is Yugi?
WHY DOES EVERYONE KEEP SAYING I'M ACTING DIFFERENTLY??!! I'M NORMAL!!
MY NAME IS YUGI??
I don't know what school is I don't know who you are stop looking at me STOP LOOKING AT ME ST-
MY NAME IS-
I seem to fall asleep for days at a time I'm dressed my face is washed my hair is brushed I'm fed. It is my captive doing it. They're forcing me here. They're keeping me here against my will. I have to escape I have to escape I have to escape I have to escape I have to escape I have to escape I have to escape I have to escape-
I DON'T THINK MY NAY NAME IS YUGI.
I don't recogniz recognise--I don't think I'm me wh--
Move eec each limb--the reflection isn't me
I don't know who I a--y myself. Please someon-
I DON'T THINK MY NAME IS YUGI
THAT'S NOT ME THAT'S NOT ME THAT'S NOT ME THAT'S NOT ME THAT'S NOT ME THAT'S NOT ME THAT'S NOT ME THAT'S NOT ME THAT'S NOT ME THAT'S NOT ME THAT'S NOT ME THAT'S NOT ME THAT'S NOT ME THAT'S NOT ME THAT'S NOT ME THA-
Sometimes when I wake up I'm a new version of me I haven't met and I don't remember where I am and I think. Like. I belonged somewhere far far away and got trapped here as a form of c o s m i c p u n i s h m e n t. Like. A sinner taken to the slaughter. And I stop sleeping and suddenly I realise these people I call my family are people I don't know OR love. But that's cruel right. And I wake up not remembering days. Weeks at a time. And suddenly the house I thought was mine feels like a prison and when I look in the mirror my face it changes every time and I feel sick and have to look away because that's not me.
And I begin fearing that I don't recognise myself in any of my memories and I dont recognise the friends the me I see in my memories fought so hard to get and I realise that I REPLACED HIM. I AM THE REPLACEMENT. And so I try to gamble my life away and I fill "my" body with meds and caffeine and I pity the "ME" I replaced so much that I run around and s l a u g h t e r everyone who ever hurt him because he deserves to rest in peace. Sometimes I wonder if I'm actually dead and this is my afterlife but haha.
That has to be a lie right. Right. Please. Tell me I'm right. Who the fuck am I now? Him? M-
severe separation anxiety and an untreatable gambling addiction. he's 3000 years old and on the cusp of an earthshattering puberty. can't even remember his own name while stone cold sober. the voice in his head is the only reason he's sane. mostly the problem is his Gay
Thank you so much @shadow-dragon-22 for collabing with me! I picked the pose and did the lines and they did the amazing colouring ❤️🔥🐦🔥 I feel so honored!
Kai and Takao Kissing! My plan was to color the whole thing with alcohol markers, but I ran into a lot of difficulties since I didn't have all the colors I needed. Poor Tyson had to get his skin painted over a few times with Posca markers before I could get him to look okay. Thus, this ended up being a mix of alchohol markers and acrylic paint markers. Lately I've been considering who my all-time OTP is. This is a hard choice, because I jump from series to series and tend to forget about whatever isn't my current focus. Kai and Tyson being the main characters of my all-time favorite series makes them very likely candidates.
If you also love this ship, you can buy merch of this picture on RedBubble! I have this available as a design on shirts, stickers, magnets, phone cases, pillows, and pins/buttons!