#racchan

[artsybarrels]

congratulations to @/racchan_ch for winning my pixel art illustration giveaway!! 🍯✨

[magicmirech]

Le Delicatessen

Commissioned piece for Racchan

[shwoftyart]

Big Art Dump of Vtuber Spreads..

Again I need to actually remember posting my art here, so uh have a long long long art post.

[shwoftyart]

SnS Art Stream Dumps

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[toochness]

Never just tell me to watch/read/do things. I won’t do it. But if you watch/read/do thing with me, it’s my new favorite thing and I will talk about it with you forever and ever we will have inside jokes and it will be amazing.

[soulantern]

[soulantern]

愛

A definition is only composed of words. Words do not do this idea—this feeling—any justice.

Does that make it unknown? Yes and no. It is unknown on paper. "Emotion of a strong affection" will never be able to describe it. One cannot know what it is by reading or hearing about it. However, when it is within you, you know it more than anything else.

My past contains situations in which it has betrayed me. The heart that I held out in trust was my own. In doing so I have learned to extend my arm with caution. I've found someone. Someone to which I hold no caution in my heart's extension. I am afraid. Terrified, in fact, that the future may hold something I did not want because of this. However, when I see her deep, soulful eyes on her smiling face looking back into mine, every inch of fear is erased.

Imagine being trapped underwater on a frozen lake. The ceiling of ice above is hard and unforgiving as you beat the ice with your fist, trying to break free. Just as the chill of the waters begin to drown you with apathy, your skin feels a heated touch, something wrapping around your hand. Eyes unable to open, you feel the sensation of being pulled upward. Just when you think your bones are about to be destroyed by the frozen blockade, air envelops your flesh. It's not just any cold air above any frozen lake, however. This air is warm and euphoric, as if basking in sunlight. Opening your eyes reveals a face very close to your own, breathing lightly. This face does not belong to a god, but it certainly feels like heaven. It belongs to a girl. Her eyes squint and her smile gleams as she holds you, happy to know you're alive. She holds your face in her hands and kisses you, filling your previously condemned body with life. The life she fills you with is everlasting. You feel as though if your body dies, that life she gave to you will always exist. That life is love.

That is as close as I can get to telling you what she does to me. 

It is because of these feelings that told her how I felt last night. I'm falling further & further in love and I can't stop. I don't want it to stop. My love for this girl is growing quickly, and my heart wasn't wrong; she feels the same way about me.

To be honest, I wrote most of this a few days ago. I was going to post it before I went to see her and tell her, then have her see it and get all loveydovey, but I was too busy getting excited to see her a day earlier than planned.

[soulantern]

This

is

ridiculous.

My stomach for the past Idon'tknowhowlong has been going ballistic every time I think about her. She lives far, but that's the last thing I'm thinking about when I'm about to see her.