#walking nightmare

[ghduck]

oh yeah and this too

Requested by @daradiostarz

[pr3ttywhen1cry-xo]

[moonmerkee]

[amelia-yap]

Daaaaamn she THICC! That aside, really nice eyes/irises; is it me or you don't usually draw them like that? Love 'em.

i mean she has those leg muscles 👀

and yea i don't, but thanks 😄

[imagine-loki]

Imagine Loki protecting you from a sibling who is a literal walking nightmare(doing drugs, stealing, and threatening your family, even when you’re grown up, they still threaten you) Imagine Loki using spells and magic to keep you safe at home and to alert him whenever you feel scared or threatened.

[ghduck]

SOFtneR bLOP

(Scene can be found in Chapter 2 of ERAMTHGIN GNIKLAW)

[voxflux]

A Draft I’ve Been Editing For Years

(or: an apology I keep rewriting)...

I don’t know how to explain this without it sounding worse than it is.

I don’t know how to soften it without lying.

I am so sorry if you ever have to witness this.

I’m sorry if you wake up to me already gone—

Legs running like I’m being chased,

Body soaked in sweat,

Breathing like I’m trying to outrun something that’s already caught me.

I’m sorry if you hear the noises first.

The small cries.

The ones that don’t sound like me.

The ones I don’t remember making.

I’m told I don’t wake up—

Not really.

That I throw myself out of the bed.

That I search desperately for somewhere to hide.

Corners.

Closets.

Anywhere small enough to disappear inside.

I try to make myself tiny.

Harmless.

Unnoticeable.

In those moments, I am obedient.

I am terrified.

I am convinced my life depends on it.

And that breaks my heart—

Because as far as my body is concerned,

You are suddenly not you.

Your face changes.

Your presence becomes danger.

And I don’t know that it’s wrong.

I don’t remember any of this.

I only wake up afterward—

To the wreckage.

To the weight in my chest.

To the careful way people explain what I did,

What they saw,

How afraid I was.

I’ve seen that look before.

That hollow look.

I’ve watched people I love stare straight through me

While trauma takes them somewhere else.

I know how devastating that is.

How it feels to be erased while you’re still standing there.

I never want to be that person to you.

I never want you to think you’ve hurt me.

You haven’t.

You are not cruel.

You are not malicious.

You are not the person my body thinks it sees.

But my body doesn’t know that.

Not in the dark.

Not when something buried deep

Decides to wake up instead of me.

It’s happened only a few times.

Five or six.

Which somehow makes it worse.

Not better.

Because it means it’s rare

But still real.

Still possible.

Still living somewhere inside me.

And that terrifies me.

Not just for myself

But for the people I care about.

For the idea that someone I trust

could suddenly be met with my fear

Instead of my love.

That someone I feel safe with

Could become the centre of my terror

Without doing anything wrong.

So if this is too much, I understand.

If this scares you, I understand.

If knowing this makes you pull away,

I would understand that too.

I am still trying to understand it myself.

All I know is that if it ever happens,

What you’re seeing isn’t the truth of who you are to me.

It’s confusion.

It’s history without memory.

It’s a body remembering something

I don’t have language for.

And I am left heartbroken

By the idea that someone I care about

might ever have to witness me like this.

I’m sorry.

[nayys-world]

Happy 250 coco ❤️