アカウント作り直したので過去絵中心にボチボチ更新していきます。
I have re-created my account.
My creator name is Nishiki Suzumori.
I will update mainly illustrations I have drawn in the past.
All illustrations may not be reproduced without permission.
I like it when one gay tragedy happens and the other gay tragedies are vaulted onto the trending page
I think i need to explain why this line makes me go so feral
I think the "fine! I'll kill myself after I kill you" line from nie mingjue in chapter 49 permanently altered my brain chemistry and it has something to do with precisely how i got into the mdzs fandom space in the first place.
I've mentioned it a few times but i started watching the untamed in late 2019 right as it was blowing up everywhere and, likely due to a combination of undiagnosed adhd wrecking my ability to be interested in anything for longer than 4 seconds and me very much not being used to the specific style of acting, especially during fightscenes, i never finished it. The only concrete memory i have of it is seeing wen qing's face and meng ziyi completely short circuiting my little gay brain. I remember more of staring endlessly at pictures of her than I remember of the plot. Press F to pay respects.
She awoke to a boxcar full of corpses,
which was damn lucky, because it meant she now had a one-way train ticket to exactly where she wanted to go. All that was left to do was pass the time.
The student took inventory of her body. It was the first thing she knew to do in case of catastrophic injury, but the ritual of it was almost meditative now. Start at the bottom, work your way up.
Feet: Sore from walking. The leathery sheathe of mutagenic skin that ran up to her shins was largely unfeeling scar tissue at this point. They looked and functioned like a pair of high-topped hiking boots, except permanent and a part of her body. They were a rough custom job, designed for traversing the pools of acid that dotted the necrotic swamps common to her homeland. Home. Not much left of home now. She was getting sidetracked.
2 weeks from war
Mercy wasn't a morning person. Even less so in winters, but she begrudgingly rose from her bed when she sensed a lack of warmth and body by her side. She shivered when her warmed feet touched the cold ground and tiptoed towards the kitchen in a cabin in the woods, glancing in the mirror on her way to make sure she didn't have drool dried on her face. Crusty lashes surrounded dark brown eyes.
It doesn't matter, her husband Amadeus would kiss her all the same. That man wasn't one of logic when it came to kissing. He wasn't one of logic for most things with her. Being a man of science didn't stop him from being a fool for love.
"Morning", the said man was standing shirtless with two mugs of warm liquid. She wished it was soup, but he wouldn't drink soup so early. She scratched her head and her fingers snagged a knot in frizzy brown hair. It added to her annoyance of waking up cold.
She walked over to stand behind him and hugged him, and they walked like that all the way to the dining table. Mercy whined when she tried to sleep on the table only to find its cold too.
"Go wash your face. Then drink this before it cools down." Amadeus pushed the mug towards her. It's lemon tea.
"I'm not touching water today." The thought alone made Mercy shiver. Even if she heated the water, her face would freeze after five seconds.
"They won't let you enter the castle looking like this." It was thanks to Amadeus that they got the invitation to The Schmish Festival held at the palace. Scientists, artists, scholars, from far lands would come together every 7 years to discuss, exhibit, and sell their ideas. And the man was quite a brain. He made many gadgets that she doesn't understand but they are really cool!
"You'll help me sneak in," she said, eyes still closed.
"Na, I'll leave you here."
"No you won't."
"Yes I will."
She doesn't reply, only moves her face closer to his shoulder, and bites him.
Amadeus shrieked and pushed her head away and as she laughed.
HOW. HOW did we go from Aziraphale "I'd thought we'd carved it out for OURselves" to Aziraphale "no we can go back to heaven and be angels and work for God again wouldn't that be great??" HOW.
in my mind palace I'm collecting Crowley like a doll amd placing him along with doll Castiel and doll Derek
Another thing the Barbie movie made me realize is how many movies "made for men" I've watched with some guys friends of mine (like Fast and Furious).
I go to the cinema, watch the movie, happily listen to their thoughts about it and say I enjoyed my time. I ignore how bad the story may have been and enjoy my time because he is enjoying his time.
But when it comes to a movie to which I emotionally connect so deeply as I did to Barbie, I don't see the same effort coming from them to understand why I or any of our girl friends enjoyed our time wearing pink and watching a movie about a doll.
Just a thought that occurred me
it's the fact that Aziraphale still thinks Crowley's demon status is something that needs "fixing" 🥲 but it's also about Crowley not understanding that his "holiness" is an inherent part of Aziraphale and not something he'd give up voluntarily, it's about personal identities being lost in relationships, its about the romatinisation of "us", it's about Nina not understanding why Maggie sells records when you can stream it, it's about the inherent struggle between keeping you "you" while still finding space for "us"
y’all season 2 of good omens was like having a nice relaxing bubble bath with scented candles and bath bombs and shit and you’re just enjoying it so euphorically that it leaves you super vulnerable for when someone throws A FUCKIN TOASTER IN
Don’t get me wrong, Crowley’s speech at the end broke me, but I think I’m somehow more broken up over him anxiously waiting for Aziraphale to come back to the bookstore after his stroll with Metatron. His confession to Muriel that they need some “us time”. His utter CONFIDENCE that they’re going for breakfast at the Ritz. Him antsily cleaning the apartment and that little gesture of PUSHING the chair and checking the time like a restless child. It’s like even after 6,000 years of knowing this man inside and out he is still completely terrified about the immensity of his feelings and the fact that he’s finally going to express them. Suddenly, once he figures out he needs to say it, he can’t wait a second longer. Which, of course, makes the ending so much worse because he is so HOPEFUL.
yes the nightingale part fucked me up but the soft "oh crowley, nothing lasts forever" is the stuff of NIGHTMARES
i’ve never been more proud to figure out what was going on in a show before the reveal!!! I knew that fly wasn’t just a fly
can we talk about gabriel's rizz game for a second?? using a miracle on the jukebox so it endlessly plays beelzebub's favorite song? "wherever beelzebub is... is my Heaven"? surrendering his title as archangel and willingly going to hell just to be with them?? oh romance is alive and well I think
but on another note, them holding hands and hugging and singing was so fucking cute I love them
I wish all the Beelzebub/Gabriel shippers and enjoyers a year of good fortune and I ask them for prayers and manifestations for those beneath them
