arlo🍎🐛😵‍💫(ragathas no.1 fan)

i’m a minor!! i post somewhat NSFW art but no nudity!!!! SFW asks only or i WILL block you so fast it’ll make your head spin

[noodlydoodlydoo]

who ships hagatha??

(me x ragatha)

[rascallyrose92]

TADC would be 1000x better if Ragatha got to crash out more.

[bluequeerio]

maybe it’s cuz I’m on my period but why is Ragatha’s “I’ve been through worse” THE HOTTEST FUCKING THING I’VE EVER HEARD??!! 😩😩

[noodlydoodlydoo]

FUCKIN REAL SHIT

[light-koe-pinsky]

My first situationship™

[noodlydoodlydoo]

goddamn it

[coolbeans2]

Ragatha Nation 🚩

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Is it obvious who my favorite character is yet?

I was originally gonna post this a few days later than this, but realized that today is a VERY important date! This is my final thank you to TADC (and most of its fandom) For all the memories and time spent cherishing its characters, story, message, and community (again mostly)

Anyhow This drawing took a good 20 HOURS HOLY! I JUST CHECKED THAT WHILE WRITING THIS OH MY LORD!

Since I planned to post this drawing later than I did, I had to cut some corners with the post. I was originally gonna give pomni some actual panels of her walking in the room and then reacting. But time constraints forced me to compromise. I think it still works :)

I believe that's all I have to say, and again, thank you TADC for the wonderful memories ❤️

(NO I AM NOT GOING TO STOP DRAWING RAGAPOM YET!!)

No Pomni

Background

Rough draft

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And now credits for the multiple Ragathas!

CoolBeans2 (cool guy might I say 😎) - normal and Evil Ragatha

@the-amazing-digital-mafia - TADM Ragatha

@sywene-06 - Casino AU Ragatha

@spread-the-influence - Influence Ragatha

@burrotello - TADFC Ragatha

@replacementcodeau - Replacement code Ragatha

[mattmonss]

And now you won't love me for a second time

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This has been in my drafts for moooonnths, but with Glitch's new images and ep 5 just around the corner, I guess it's appropriate to post this now.

[noodlydoodlydoo]

A Note For You Whom Will Never Read It

You leave for a week.

Seven days.

A number so ordinary

it almost feels embarrassing

to admit

how frightened I am of it.

People wait longer

for vacations,

for birthdays,

for packages in the mail.

So why does my chest

react like it’s counting down

to something

it won’t survive?

You asked for space.

You told me why.

You were honest.

You didn’t disappear.

You didn’t lie.

You didn’t make me guess.

You did everything right.

So why does it still hurt

like I’ve been abandoned?

I think there’s something broken

in the way I love people.

Not because I love too much,

but because I love

like every goodbye

is permanent.

Like every unanswered text

is a confession.

Like every pause

is someone quietly deciding

they’ve had enough of me.

I know better.

At least,

the logical part of me does.

It reminds me

that you said

you’d be back.

That you love me.

That you just need time

to breathe.

It speaks so softly.

Fear

has always been louder.

Fear doesn’t listen

when people explain themselves.

It takes the kindest words

and translates them

into something cruel.

“I need a week.”

Becomes,

“I’m happier without you.”

“I’m overwhelmed.”

Becomes,

“You’re too much.”

“I love you.”

Becomes,

“For now.”

And somehow,

no matter how many times

I’m reassured,

my heart keeps asking

the same impossible question.

“But what if this time

they mean something else?”

I’ve spent so long

trying not to be difficult.

Trying not to ask

for too much reassurance.

Trying not to tell you

how terrified I get

when I can’t hear from you.

Because I don’t want

to become another weight

you’re forced to carry.

So I swallow it.

Again.

And again.

And again.

Until my feelings

stop feeling

like feelings.

They become weather.

Constant.

Heavy.

Always hanging over me,

waiting for the smallest thing

to break open.

Sometimes I wonder

if I’ve become

inconsolable.

Not because nobody

tries to comfort me,

but because I’ve forgotten

how to let comfort

reach me.

You could wrap me

in every promise

you’ve ever made.

You could tell me

you’ll never leave.

You could hold me

until morning.

And I’d still go home

wondering

if I imagined it.

Wondering

whether you were only

being kind.

Wondering

how long it’ll be

before kindness

gets tired.

I wish my heart understood

that love

isn’t measured

by constant closeness.

That someone

can need distance

without wanting

to disappear.

That silence

doesn’t always mean

absence.

But I’ve spent so much

of my life

waiting for people

to leave

that I’ve started mourning them

before they’ve even gone.

And maybe

that’s the cruelest part.

You haven’t left me.

Not even close.

You’re just taking

a week

to breathe.

Yet here I am,

already grieving

a future

that hasn’t happened.

[pup-purgatory]

[cataclysmiax]

Ragatha :) ❤️

[noodlydoodlydoo]

amanda hufford you’re my hero i love you 🥹

@justtheclippy

[noodlydoodlydoo]

when the people pleasing is so horrific you’re only staying alive for someone else

[noodlydoodlydoo]

when you’re crying and they wipe the tears off your face>>>>>>>>>>>>

[fl3shfly]

live by it die by it

[stretch-a-sketch]

requesr

[starziesthingz]

Guys I think I might like tdac fight club AU ragatha (She's so pretty AGAHSGAHAH)

[onemore2morrow]

The last thing I’ll say on this is the confirmation that abstraction = suicide means that Ragatha watched Jax engage in a predatory cycle of getting close to people and then driving them to suicide, rightly assumed Jax was trying to do the same to Pomni (because Ragatha had no context for ANYTHING because Jax WOULDN’T TALK TO HER),

And when she called Jax out on it and said “I know what you’re trying to do!” both Jax and THE SHOW tried to gaslight us into thinking RAGATHA is the crazy, overbearing one

And you still have fans claiming RAGATHA is the problem

[purplegirl20]

Can anyone give Ragatha a hug? Girl has been emotionally torturing herself.