#idk aaah

[fly-sky-high-bug-games]

I was gonna turn them into deer like forest fae creature that’s more than just... deer like bug but I have no mood nor energy so have this rough sketch lol

[xiphearts]

After finally being able to update my OS to Windows 8.1, was finally able to download the trial version of Clip Studio Paint... and it feels so good... (;u ; ) I feel like I can finally draw the way I want aaaaaaah And this was only on the trial version!!!

[aeon-of-neon]

I'm having a I-can't-write-because-I-know-it's-gonna-turn-out-shitty phase and I'm trying to get over it by working on something else but it's not really working out super well and I'm sad.

Going to bed now.

[silentprophetus]

===> LEELAN, miss YOUTH.

You can’t count anymore. Your head runs fuzzy with exhaustion. You’re tired. You’re TIRED. Why are you tired? Highbloods. Yeah, no shit. You’ve been running for so long... sweeps. God, how many? How old are you? Your legs are numb. You’re numb. You’re CRYING.

Water tinted lime splashes against the floor, if you can call it that. The cold stone and clay beneath your hands. The blood in your fingers burns. You can feel it circulate, like BUGS in your VEINS. Disgusting. Disgusting. LOWBLOOD! Once, you lived here, rested here, read here. You scratch your nails against the cool grey, not the same grey as your skin. You are not stone. You are the rock on which this CHURCH WAS BUILT! You once prayed here, slept here... Never played, though. Not played. No, you wouldn’t call it playing. This was never a game. Once, HE stood here. Once, HE PREACHED here. But everyone is gone now. Everyone except you. You wish you were gone.

You vomit.

How many times have you used your powers today? You are sick of their eyes, from jade to teal to cerulean and blue to indigo. They’re all so full of anger. You want to be angry for once. You’re sick of soothing, of PACIFYING, of putting out fires. You’re sick of fixing. You’re sick of HOPING IT’LL END SOON.

When will it end?

You vomit.

You remember his face. Chin UP, trying to be proud. Can’t show weakness to the crowd, not when preaching to the choir. His voice was loud. It was never loud. Face drenched red and shining with red tears. Skin so pale it’s white. Shaggy. Pupils dilated. Bleeding.

His mother screams. Mother is a foreign term. What is a mother? Mother, mother, me oh my...

She cries, too. She loves him. He loves her. What is love? You’ve never had a quadrantmate. Were they even in a quadrant? Maybe love can’t be boxed. Maybe it can.

Did you love him? Not like she did. You respected him. You knew him. You believed in him.

He’s gone, though.

When you vomit, this time, you choke. You hope this kills you. YOU HOPE.

[wrongxdog]

if i do make something digitally today what should i make