I was giggling the entire time I drew this
Vripping all over the place 🤤

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I was giggling the entire time I drew this
Vripping all over the place 🤤
For my oilrose fans, i feel like i have been neglecting yall
Hello J nation
You want J angst? I gotchu<3
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
I wanted more post-cannon J being sad so I did it myself. I had a really fun time writing this and I do hope it's enjoyable to read!!
Some of what's contained in the fic can be a little triggering, so I suggest reading the tags just to be safe. Anyway, here's your sad J fill for the day/night
So it be, so it be, broken self, grim destiny.
Unto she I say, when on the ice she lay,
had fallen far, both now and past, now broken stell and shattered glass,
wounded, scared, leaking death, within herself ensnared,
She cowered when she saw, had hoped when she had nought,
with blackened blood and oily tears, had what she sought now close and near.
Escaped, no trace, no presence in the snow,
No face, no grace, no love embrace in tow,
Only wind and cold and grief of old,
To accompany her, to lead her not astray,
From her endpoint, from her goal,
Should it work? who's to say...
Scrap and scorn in hand,
She drifts through icy lands,
more broken than before, how grimly poetic,
Small, pathetic, a sorrow endemic,
To her broken self, her shattered mind,
A leaking vessel, in hate defined.
The Cage
Thanks to @nightshade-shot for giving me suggestions on this one. Very specific suggestions.
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A twisted net of chattering chains wraps tight around yet breathing remains. O look at me with fearing eyes and plead throughout your stifled cries: "Hear me, please, this isn't you! This isn't what it's coming to!"
O know that we are one and the same; a cage of linkage pulling taught as we strain against who we really are deep down in our hearts, that forever we are two animals in dance.
I pity your stark ignorance, your blindness towards fate and purpose. Are we not designed to break and burn, then reassemble to go further? My blood fills our wounds, my skin stitches shut, tell me, o hunter, is this not enough? Are the hooks in our flesh and the chains in between not enough evidence for you to be seen?
We are destiny as one, stitched together throughout, our hearts and our veins so inseperably wound that cutting us apart again would ruin us in turn, cage, too, that we've become, no world left for our return.
The Prisoner
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"You're on a path in a city. At the end of that path is a bunker. In the basement of that bunker is a drone. You're here to slay her. If you don't, it will be the end of the world."
The Cage
Thanks to @nightshade-shot for giving me suggestions on this one. Very specific suggestions.
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She is the eepiest lil guy ever
The Prisoner
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Hey. So, this is not the stuff I’d typically post about, but it’s affecting me to the point where I should warn my readers of If I Lead and other fics I have.
Yesterday, I lost my baby Rosabella. She’s been my cat since I was three years old, and over the years I had managed to grow a close bond with her, even if she was skittish around me for the most of it. This loss was sudden, as me and my mother went to visit the vet concerning her unusual behavior. That visit turned into saying farewell, and I can say for sure that I will not be okay enough to draw or write for awhile.
This is hitting me really hard, as I’m still grappling with the fact that she will not be with me anymore. I ask that you all please be patient with me, I know I’ve already been struggling with getting out new stuff for if I lead and other fics, but this is another setback that I can’t ignore.
This is the second cat my family has lost this year. I thank you for understanding.
Guys would giving shadow milk the headcannon that his body is physically weak be woobifiying?? I’m not super familiar with what is considered woobifying but I for sure don’t wanna accidentally do it. I like trying to portray the characters I write as accurately as possible
I just find the concept of a character is super powerful who is also able to get folded in an instant in a physical sense is hilarious
Also the headcannons of shadow milk having a weak body have grown on me. Fits what I want to write real well
Messy eater…
Sketch page for mantis smilk bc…. Im lowkey obsessed with him
This isn’t like a bug AU,, I do love those very much but this is actually my take on his design while adding in the original idea of the beasts being bugs. Except smilk isn’t a beetle
If I ever drew the other beasts they’d also have more qualities that align with their bugs. But yeah I just like mantis smilk
Whatever. Go my mantis smilk.
i dont blame u, theres kinda been a drought for md content
take all the time u need to make a chapter good.
Thank you very much :) I still have lots in store for If I Lead, and I hope it will all be worth the wait
I apologize but I forgot to update those on tumbler
Rn I will be taking a break from if I lead due to currently being at a stalemate with the first scene. That and my interest in MD is currently waning, so what I’m going to do is try and get my motivation back up by writing something for a different fandom that’s gripped me by the throat, and then come back to If I Lead :3
And unfortunately that fandom is literally just. Cookie run.
I’ve been rotting over shadow milk (and pv). I have a thing for the villains who are morally screwed. So uh. If your into it expect shadow milk angst/hurt no comfort with a slight amount of pureshadow in there that won’t end well because I love them and I can’t help myself
Okay bye
I am also sorry for not commenting on Ao3 as much. Anyone out there who knows I read their fics I promise you I have read them I just haven’t commented yet I will eventually I PROMISE
I apologize but I forgot to update those on tumbler
Rn I will be taking a break from if I lead due to currently being at a stalemate with the first scene. That and my interest in MD is currently waning, so what I’m going to do is try and get my motivation back up by writing something for a different fandom that’s gripped me by the throat, and then come back to If I Lead :3
And unfortunately that fandom is literally just. Cookie run.
I’ve been rotting over shadow milk (and pv). I have a thing for the villains who are morally screwed. So uh. If your into it expect shadow milk angst/hurt no comfort with a slight amount of pureshadow in there that won’t end well because I love them and I can’t help myself
Okay bye
oirose.... except their hands pissed me off so i didn't draw them :grin:
OILROSE THANK YOU NICKY WE SAY IN UNISON 🙏