This Might Be Two Characters But Shh 🤫 Other Than That I Don’t Think This Is Too Bad.

Took a mini break from Minecraft men to draw this

Cause

Ahaha.

Frames:

here's somefood to keep you guys entertained for a while sorry for inactivity

This was just supposed to be a lighting study, but I guess it turned into a "how to render armor" study.

Notes:

I know his helmet isn't supposed to come off like that, but it's for the ✨️Aesthetic✨️

The markings are a hc of mine that I'll explain properly in another post, but they're Takonian markings

Edited versions under the cut

Lilith looked up at her grandmother feeling skeptical about her words. “Trust me my darling I went through the same thing.” Anastasia said as she ran her soft but slightly faded and worn out fingers through her granddaughter’s blue hair. “Although I wasn’t technically human.” Anastasia said with a light chuckle. Lilith smiled at her grandmother. “You’re growing up to be a wonderful young woman.” Anastasia smiled sweetly at Lilith. “My Lithie, my beautiful iris.” Anastasia kissed both of her granddaughter’s cheeks. “Thank you grandmother.” Lilith thanked her. “Your welcome, my dear. Now you better not let those nasty thoughts get the better of you.” Anastasia got up from the couch. “Come on.. Let’s go and make some tottenham cake.” Anastasia said as she lightly pinched her daughter’s cheek. “It’s still your favorite right deary?” Anastasia asked Lilith. “Yes, it’s still my favorite!” Lilith said with a bright smile. Anastasia chuckled as she let go of Lilith’s cheek. “Alright, let’s head to the kitchen..” Anastasia wrapped an arm around Lilith’s shoulder. “I love you” Lilith told her grandmother. “I love you more sweetheart. More than you can imagine.” Anastasia with a loving and gentle voice.

Context: Lilith is Anastasia’s adopted granddaughter. She is 16 years old while her grandmother is 49 years old. Anastasia and her husband are both elves. Anastasia had a daughter who is also an elf who she named Diana. Diana fell in love with a human but sadly she could not bear children. So Diana and her husband adopted a little girl who happened to be born with blue hair. Diana and her husband were so happy to have a child but Anastasia refused to accept the child because she wasn’t born into the family the traditional way but as Lilith turned 4 years old. Anastasia started to warm up to the child and they bonded with each other and Anastasia loved Lilith to bits but as Lilith turned 16 years old. Anastasia noticed a change in Lilith’s behavior. So she sat Lilith down and started to get to the bottom of her granddaughter’s weird change in behavior.

@givethispromptatry

“You’re a good person.”

“No, I’m not. I’m just pretending to be one.”

“If you pretend to be good long enough you will find that you have become good. Humans are able to train themselves to think in certain ways. You are still in the process of training. That’s all.”

I need this in my life :)

This type of friendship fr 😔✊

Blake x reader where it’s literally just them cuddling and he gets self-conscious since he lost his two limbs and reader says they still love him and kiss all over his face to make him feel loved. My boi needs love sobssss

"Are..you sure you're okay with this?"

"Of course, Blake. Why wouldn't I be?"

"..well, it’s just...never mind." As Blake sighed, he rested his head on your chest, hopelessly attempting to wrap his arm around you. But then he quickly remembered it wasn't there anymore; in its place was a stump that ended just after his shoulder.

Meanwhile, you had both of your arms wrapped completely around him, and while it made him feel secure...he felt guilty that he couldn’t hug you the same way. Not like he used to. You didn’t mind it, but he was still upset over it.

Of course, the frequent phantom pains didn’t help matters either. He'd get them in both of his missing limbs from time to time, which usually ended in panic.

Today they were particularly bad, so you were both cuddling together, with them eventually going away. He ditched his prosthetics so you weren’t feeling cold plastic or metal against your skin.

Despite you reassuring him it was fine, he decided to leave them off, valuing your comfort over his own.

Though staring at his stumped arm made him feel rather insecure...and had him thinking...

Even so, he wishes he listened to all of the signs to turn back.

He still didn’t understand why you’d stay with him, even after proving to you that he was an idiot who nearly got himself frozen to death.

You never berated him for going up to Mt. Silver without telling you..or said he “deserved” any of this (despite what his constant nightmares claimed).

But no.

He didn’t and this is what happened to him.

If only he told himself “becoming champion is enough”, then he wouldn’t have ended up like this. He wouldn’t feel like a huge burden on you; he wouldn’t feel like the most abnormal person in all of Johto.

In public, he’d notice the younger trainers and little kids who once admired him now staring and whispering things as he walked by.

None of them would talk to him like they used to...and he wondered if it’s because of what he looked like now. Surely it had to be strange to see someone missing a leg and arm--especially the champion himself.

You, on the other hand, haven’t stopped loving him one bit. You never treated him any differently. In fact, you recently scolded a few snobby brats who joked about him being a “normal/steel-type” because of his prosthetics, crushing their puny Pokémon in battle when the taunts have gone too far and insulted your relationship with him.

Not even Silver was as mean as they were.

Even though he pretended to be fine afterwards, their words still hurt like hell, and Blake hasn't stopped thinking about them since.

You shouldn't have to fight people because of him.

Tears started to well up in his eyes as he began to overthink everything, and he silently cursed himself for letting this happen. For letting his mind get off track.

Maybe they were right. You deserved better than him.

You deserved someone "normal".

This was supposed to be helping him calm down.

Yet, once again, he ruined things for himself and you.

The whimper that escaped his lips didn't go unnoticed by you, making you stop petting his hair and frowning. "Blake? What’s wrong, honey?” You softly spoke, worried that he was feeling those pains again.

"Wh-Why...why bother trying anymore?"

"Trying..what?"

"...to l-love me even though I did this to myself.." Despite his attempts to stifle his sobs, they came out anyways, tears slipping down his cheeks as he finally broke down. "Y-You could have anyone you want..why stay with this...th-this limbless freak?”

To hear him say that shattered your heart.

"Blake, you are not a freak." You hugged him closely, rubbing the back of his head as he cried quietly into your shirt. His good hand clutched desperately at it. “I don’t wanna hear you say that again. You think I’d love you any less because of what happened? Because of what a few stupid kids said?”

“..I-I..I don’t know. I just..I feel bad..because I’m not the Champion y-you fell in love with anymore-”

“That’s not who I fell in love with. I love the kind, funny, and selfless Blake Gold who cares for his Pokémon and never gives up on his dreams.” You corrected him, gently resting a hand on his stumped arm. “If you think this changes any of that, you’re wrong.”

He quieted down a little, sniffling as he looked to see where your hand was, and then his gaze went back to you, astonished. "Do you...mean that?”

Nodding, you smiled and rubbed his arm in comfort. “I mean every word. Let me prove it.” You then moved your hand underneath his chin, drawing him closer so you could kiss every square inch of his face.

He immediately blushed at your actions, but happy tears soon replaced his sad ones, knowing you truly did wanna stick by him. And that your love was still strong--perhaps even stronger than before now.

Part of him felt ashamed for ever doubting you and crying over the possibility you only dated him because of his fame, fearing you’d abandon him when he fell apart.

But no. You were here to stay for the long run.

You pulled away to look at each other for a few moments, and you could see Blake’s own smile returning. “I see you’re convinced now.”

“Yeah..I..I’m sorry..”

“For what?”

“For just..being an idiot, as usual.” He lightly joked. “I shouldn’t let this crap get to my head. I know you’ll always love me, I...I just...I guess I just needed to hear you say that.” Then he closed his eyes and snuggled back against you, burying his face into your chest.

“Of course,” you chuckled softly, petting his hair once more. “I’d do anything for my lovable idiot boyfriend.”

He just huffed, but said nothing more as his good arm squeezed you tightly.

Arceus only knows how badly he needed to hear your words.

Me, not talking: Ah fuck, I am being weird

Me, talking: Ah fuck, I am being weird

I just had a dream of my mutual's Oc Chernobyl and my old Sonic Forces character interacting with each other. It was just mostly my Character showing Chernobyl those UIA cat singing videos.

@slimyalienfreak

This user is hella sensitive

Requested by: @fxwnberry

I remember venting about being upset that the fanfic series I put a lot of time and effort into wasn’t doing well on my anime account. It was pretty popular in the fandom, and everyone requested that I bring it back and continue it, so I did.

After posting it, something people had been pestering me and begging me for, it preformed terribly, which really killed my motivation. I posted a short vent, upset that it didn’t do well like my other posts did.

Do you know what the response to my vent was? People sent me asks saying I was being dramatic and ungrateful, that if I just kept posting the series and didn’t stop that it would still be popular.

I had taken a break from that series for mental health reasons(I was receiving death threats and being harassed) when before I had been pumping out chapters nearly weekly. Still, all that content, over 100k+ words of material wasn’t enough to keep them interested. They always wanted more, the threat of people leaving or unfollowing me if I didn’t post faster looming over my head like a dark cloud.

Writing became a chore. I didn’t view my readers as friends and comrades in my fandom, I viewed them as people that would leave the second I didn’t live up to their strict expectations.

This is all to say that I want you, the readers, to think about the author behind the works you read and love. Think about WHY you think it’s feasible for a person to be uploading every single week without a break. Why do you lose interest if an author isn’t working themselves to the bone to pump out chapters that could have been so much better if given the time to really flesh them out?

Be kinder to writers, be patient. We aren’t machines, and it takes time for us to make the content you want to see. Don’t rush us, and be grateful for all the free content you get to see with just a click or tap.

Don’t be the reason an author decides to give up writing.