battery acid (ages 3 and up)
battery acid (ages 3 and up)
he do a screm
fire emblem sketch dump (also satan from puyo puyo)
(WIP. I will finish this for my friend’s bday tomorrow...even if I must work on it all day and all night...)
there's something making noise
some terrible kaleidoskull
that ever so gently destroys
the minds of those who believe it
No clue how to warn for this...defense of and love for an abusive parent (mother)? Dissociation and affection for an abusive parent? Idk
The defense mechanisms my brain has and the way dissociation allows me to believe so many things conflicting at the same time is just...fascinating lol.
I had a very difficult conversation with my mom on Sunday, probably the closest we’ve gotten to a fight in years. I can’t remember all of it but I remember certain key parts of it. We made up by the end of it, assuring each other that we loved each other and hugging and crying together and comforting each other, and the next day (yesterday) I spent all day with her.
She hurt me really badly during that conversation, and I probably hurt her too. But I don’t have any negative emotions about it now, the whole thing feels so distant and almost like it never happened. Not only that, but in the aftermath or that conversation and the intense and intimate way we made up I’ve backtracked through several years of therapy progress. I know that the work I’ve done on seeing my mom as she is will come back, but at the moment even though I know intellectually just two days ago she hurt me incredibly badly and I wanted to kill myself because of the things she said, right now on an emotional level I completely believe that she’s perfect and the best mom in the world and that she loves me and has always done what is best for me and has never ever hurt me or made a single mistake. I used to think like this all the time, it took years of therapy to undue these thought patterns. It’s distantly fascinating to me that immediately after a situation where intellectually I know she hurt me more than she has in a long time I’m more convinced than ever that she was never abusive and never cruel and always loving and sweet and caring and perfect. A distant part of me knows that the connection between being hurt by her, then being comforted by her, and then having this feeling is fucked up and points to a very messed up underlying dynamic, and is a very familiar pattern that was easy to fall into, and that at some point I’ll go back to thinking of her in a more complicated and realistic way, but right now that’s all so distant and all I know is that I love my mom and she’s perfect and only does what’s best for me.
That’s her scheming face
I’ve been in the mood to do redraws so here’s one of an older mini comic I made based on a funny tweet I saw that I thought fit them
I’m progressively getting better at drawing hands lol
rbs >>> likes btw
psst wake up babes new vimm characters just dropped.
@battalion-of-birbs @enchqnting @a-harmless-poison@dragonwinnie-kotlc@viazimo @allybrumby @bianavacker-is-bi-as-hell
#38 was very good! More later maybe.
More winter-y Timber doodles!! They’re grabbing some hot chocolate after their ice skating date 💕
Yes, he was hurt. I hurt him. All I was trying to be was a nice girlfriend. All I was trying to be was supportive, but maybe he doesn't need my support or my dumb questions that gets him so agitated, I didn't mean to make him angry all I wanted to do was - be there.
Maybe I am dumb, he needed it. He needed to vent it all out, he needed to get go of those emotions, maybe I did help or maybe I just made it worse again. I hope he doesn't hate me.
My way of helping was wrong, I guess.
My questions were wrong, I guess.
Maybe I can never be what he wants me to be, maybe i will always be this dumb who can't even help her own boyfriend. All I can make him feel is anger, hatred and numbness
I wish I could change. I wish my ways could change. I wish it wasn't me he loved. I wish he finds someone so better that loves him, respects him, heals him. I am not a healer all I can do is HURT - him, me, anyone and everyone.
- Scribbling red glass
Sky Kid but make it DND.
whats a paying attention in class