Lapis

They/it 17 Beginner artist IG:lapis.q

[lapisqx]

☆ ABOUT ME ☆

(Not much)

Hiiii my name is Lapis (I'm also okay with Luz or Kris)

I'm 17 years old

I speak fluent serbian and B1-B2 english!

My pronouns are they/them

I am currently going to an art school and I'm trying to improve my art as much as I can!

I love drawing (as we can kinda see here), but I love writing a bit more!

I'll mostly be posting about Deltarune (usualy Kris), sometimes drawings I make, maybe an essay if I ever finish it! Sometimes I'll post my ocs if I ever get to actually drawing them!

If you interact with me/my post please be respectful and mindful I lwk can't deal with pointless hate.

Anyways that's itt bye 😝

[lapisqx]

Idk what to think about this one ig I just burned myself out doing artfight ✌️😞

[thewitchofart]

TW: csa allegory , dissociation

9 pages

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I love drawing them in silly little outfits!!!

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I will never actually play weird route but this is hunting...

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I just finished chapter 5, it was as awesome as I expected! Toby fox can't make anything mid.

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Every time I draw Jax she looks so creepy but that's okay because she was just confirmed to be trans so I have all time in the world to learn how to draw her as a woman. 🫶

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Oh how I love being right...

Happy pride month everyone!

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DELTARUNE FINALLY TOMORROW!!!

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My oc James as Gabe from Next to normal 😛 I love having actor ocs 🙏

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SPOKEN FOR "KRIS"

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Rip Caine, you will be missed

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My tadc theory basicaly correct 😝

It's partly written in serbian (because I forgot o write it down in english like how I wanted to 🫩) but ut basicaly traslates to:

One of my theories is that Caine will use all we learned about them against them when he tweeks out. Like he will make special advanture for Ragatha including like everyone hating her, Kinger being reminded of his wife ect ect. Basicaly like torture just to keep them in his adventures.

I'll take this as a win, even tho it's basicaly just IHNMAIMS but still!

Other than that WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!?

[obscuretobyfox]

A recent Deltarune Development update has been release on Bluesky! Essentially, Chapter 5 seems to be fully finished aside from bug testing and translation!

aka WHAATTT THE FUCK THIS GAME IS COMING OUT SO SOON IM NOT READY

[obscuretobyfox]

Wait.. according to the data and based on when the previous chapters were at this same phase.. it looks like the game has a high chance of releasing in June...

He has the opportunity to do the funniest fucking thing ever

[banquo-and-macbeth]

new evidence just dropped, add it to the list...

[megamanofnumbers]

Pomni: "Jax, I have bad news."

Jax: "Me too."

Pomni: "I'm actually into girls."

Jax: "...."

Jax: "Pomni, I have good news."

[lapisqx]

LOVE IS FOR US ALL

Love is what I was promised. 

The very seed, in the garden I grew. 

“Love and tolerance” each day sang to me. 

Compassion and empathy was fed to me.

Love is what I knew.

And the voice promised.

And the hand planted.

The voice sang.

The hand fed. 

He was the one who knew love.

He was the one creating my soul.

So the storm begun.

From every thunder his hand protected me.

In each catastrophe his voice sang to me. 

“Love will lead the way.”

“Love and good people will clear the path.”

Love is what I grew up to be.

Freedom for all is what I seek.

Good in people is what I see.

Love is what I promise to me.

I grew and grew in the garden of love.

I grew to be kind.

To fight.

To belong. 

I grew for the people and for myself.

I’m fighting for us.

For love in the end.

The same voice that taught me love.

Now that same voice who sang to me, is yelling at my siblings.

The same hand who carefully led my soul.

Now that same hand who feeds me, is beating up my siblings.

That same voice.

I hear it differently now.

It’s screaming slurs at people I stand by.

The same voice.

The same voice is spitting on me now.

That same hand.

I feel it different now.

It’s used to oppress people I hug.

The same hand.

The same hand is choking me now.

Love is what I was promised.

Love will conquer all.

How can he call it love when he steps on my throat?

How can he call it love to call someone dirty.

How can he call it love to call someone unworthy.

Love is not for a select few.

Love is for us all.

Me and you.

Now I grew, in the garden of love.

I was taught to fight for all.

I was taught not to judge.

Good in people, soul and body.

And I will love for love is the cure.

And I will love for love is the answer.

And I will love and never use love to hate.

I will love.

Love is for us to share.

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Hand and glass

It’s a glass. The one that is full. It’s a glass that wants to share everything inside. To give it back to those who made it full.

It’s a glass. A full glass. A glass that is a fool. It’s a glass that as much as it gives, it can spill and break too.

With one more drop. One too much. It shatters. And it cuts. It hurts the hand holding it. It hurts the hand keeping it warm. It hurts the hand making it full.

It’s a glass. It shatters. It breaks. Put back again, the hand fills it up once more. With love and warmth. Kindness and empathy. Glass is full and happy.

With one more drop. Everything spills. Overflowing the edges of its own mind. The hot water burns the hand that cools it down. It burns the hand making it alive.

It’s a glass. One that is full. Shattered and put back in place. Spilled and filled up again. A glass being held by a hand, who's making it full. Making it enough.

With one more drop. Outside its space. The glass breaks again, and cuts the hand. The hand now bleeds but it helps the glass. The hand is putting it back in its place.

It’s a glass. With sharp edges now. It's full. Giving back to the hand. It’s put together. Like it was many times before. Now when it’s not shattered, it can give more. It can be more.

The glass feels the blood on the hand. It knows it only has itself to blame. So it breaks again, it deserves to break. Nobody should put it back again.

The hand helps the glass. It doesn't mind helping its friend. Now the glass is back in one piece, undeserving, it wishes it breaks again.

The glass hates itself for hurting the hand. It hates itself for never staying full. It hates itself for being a fool. It hates. It hates. It hates. The glass warms up and boils the water inside. It burns the hand it wishes to save.

It’s put together yet again. Glass knows it’s gonna break. It’s gonna break the moment it overflows, it’s gonna cut and hurt and burn. It’s gonna be put back again, sharper than before. It’s gonna break again and hate itself more.

It’s a glass. Same as before. It tries hard to hold it in. To just be full, not oversill. The walls can hold only so much, when they can’t it all falls out. It’s a glass. With a hand who wants to help. A hand who always stays and is always coming back. No matter the cuts, the burned fingers and blood. It can see the glass is also scarred and wants to be more.

It’s a glass. The one that is full. It’s a glass. The one that is more than full. It’s a glass. The one who can never stay full. It breaks down. It can’t hold it in. It spills over. It boils. It hates. It’s a glass. A sharp one. It’s a glass who wants to give. A glass who always breaks its skin. It’s a glass moving away.

It’s a hand. One that fills. It’s a hand. One that gives. It’s a hand. The one that hurts. It takes it all. It gets cut. It bleeds. It burns. It wants. It’s a hand. A hopeful one. It’s a hand who wants to help. It’s a hand who always gets hurt. It’s a hand begging glass to stay.