Im Still Crying - Blog Posts

Cloud Strife

Final Fantasy VII Remake

Ex-First Class SOLDIER

Haven't been drawing quiet sometime but then here he is, I had just played the game now and teared me up :'D Hope You Like It! 🌻😸

Six

My Hero Academia AU

Another one of au and of course for our Lady Six, she really is a beauty, I thought to post more of these AUs unfortunately I had to prepare myself for University's entrance exam, so I'll be hiatus for a month, but I'll keep on trying to draw little by little, thank you!🌻

I hope you like it! See you! 😸

Mono

My Hero Academia AU

I was having a blast idea about a fanfic, and tried to create it visually, this is an au nobody had asked for, but it wasn't so bad :')

I wait for a fanfic and I hope you like it! 🌻

📺: so I got this good bread from the canteen in that school, luckily I got lots of mount of pocket in my coat, you like it six?

🎭: nom

📺: cool! I'll bring you more then!

Mono and Six

Little Nightmares 2

Read this multiple times and love it so much!

Hunter's Moon 🌘

Fanart for Hunter's Moon, written by the lovely @lavenderstaars

I implore you guys, please please read this masterpiece. I have no words that will ever encompass how deeply I feel for this fic. It is truly, soul crushingly, heart rendingly, breathtakingly beautiful.

Thank you for Voltron

So... Could we talk about volume 94 for a sec?

Like, first oh all, Eiichiro Oda, how dare you. I've been crying for an entire day about characters that I swore I wouldn't care about.

So: Here we are at the beginning of the chapter, where there's the explanation of why SMILEs are bad etc. etc. etc. AND I'M ALREADY BAWLING MY EYES OUT.

Then the narrative switches to Luffy being chaotic on main, I thought I was gonna have fun, but no. Those two come in.

A classic. Kidd's *angy* and Kamazo's laughing like the maniac that he is-

Oh wait.

What if he... isn't a maiac...but is in fact a SMILE eater?

That would make sense, but why would Kaido not keep this man with him? Is he a native from Wano, from the poor district?

Then Kidd, who I read went back to prison with Kamazo without making too much of a fight (which is already fucking suspicious) decides to speak.

And. I. Start. Crying.

He starts talking about the crew and "WHERE THE FUCK ARE THEY?" and Killer can't stop laughing because he literally c a n ' t express any other emotion anymore and I CRY SO HARD.

In each and every scene Killer keeps laughing and laughing, and the more he does that the more I realize that he's doing that instead of crying and I feel bad about not caring more about the Kidd Pirates-

Like...look at them.

They look so broken.

my adhd tendecies are in Gotham again, who wants to watch all the historical bits from good omens in chronological order with me while drinking fermented grape juice???

13 things I can’t get over: endgame edition

SPOILERS

1.) Tony Stark, Vision, Natasha, Loki and Gamora are truly dead and only Tony got a funeral

2.) The new (past) Gamora won’t remember any of her relationships with the guardians of the galaxy, especially Quill

3.) Captain America never said goodbye to the rest of the Avengers, but he did get to experience all he wanted to in life

4.) Bruce never got his happy ending with Natasha after mutual pining for years

5.) Peter only got to truly feel Tony’s love and affection for like 10 minutes before Tony died.

6.) Loki is literally somewhere in an alternate timeline with the tesseract doing Loki tingz

7.) Morgan will have to grow up without her loving father

8.) Thor’s family is still completely dead (except Avengers family)

9.) Dr. Strange knew the only reality in which they would win was the one where Tony would die

10.) Wanda and Vision never got their happily ever after

11.) The entire world is literally gonna have PTSD after the snap

12.) Tony got closure from his father before he died

13.) Steve Rogers is freaking worthy

Me: I’m tired of Keith being the main character in every season when the rest of the characters desperately need more character development!!

Season 6: What if we gave you soft moments with Keith’s gorgeous mum, including tender flashbacks that show Keith’s tragic background and how much his parents truly loved him.

Me: ....that’s cool but still-

Season 6: How about fully explaining Keith’s relationship with Shiro and using the most breathtaking animation and devastating lines to really make you feel the love and pain between them. 

Me, sniffling slightly: No, uh, that’s totally cool but-

Season 6: There’s flashbacks to tiny Keith looking up to Shiro, the only person who believed he was a good kid with a bright future, he just needed someone to not give up on him.

Me, discreetly wiping a tear: T-that’s definitely something I wanted, but you can’t deny-

Season 6: Alrighty then, how about we show how much Keith has grown by displaying his desperation and fear of losing the team and not being to do anything, accompanied with contrasting close-ups of his friends scared faces and Keith’s cracking frantic voice as he called out for these people that have now become his family. We’ll even throw in the culmination of his development to becoming the team leader by showing how he listens to everyone’s opinions/plans but they all listen to him without question to execute each move perfectly, creating a more powerful Voltron because their love for each other is so strong.

Me, all out sobbing: I’m so proud of my boy and who he’s become!!!!!

WONHO | LOSING YOU (TEASER)

About an hour ago, I was in Walmart looking for my conditioner because today is wash day for my hair. As I’m looking for my product, this older white lady approaches me and she says, “Excuse me, miss. Please don’t be offended by this.” And usually when white people tell me not to be offended, 9 times out of 10, whatever they are about to say is going to be offensive af.

Anyway, she follows it up with, “My husband and I just recently won our custody battle with our foster daughter and she means the world to us. She’s a beautiful African American girl and her hair looks a lot like yours. But I’m afraid because I don’t know what to do with her hair. It’s a lot different from mines and our other children and we are at a total loss. I’ve tried looking up the YouTube videos and my husband went to the braiding shops so they can teach him how to properly braid her hair, but he’s still pretty new and it will be a while before he gets used to it. Do you have any tips you can give me? If you don’t have the time, it’s okay, really! I just needed a little advice because I want her to look beautiful.”

Y’all. swear I almost started crying on aisle 6. So for the last 30 minutes, I spent my time talking to her and what products to use and how to properly detangle and comb her hair with the proper tools and what not to do with natural hair. And I showed her a bunch of easier to follow natural hair tutorials on YouTube and saved them for her. (I also had to create a YouTube account for her so she could save it for later.) but omfg, she was so sweet, and I could tell that she listened to every single thing I had to say and she took little notes on her little notepad.

And what really filled my heart was the fact that her husband actually taking classes from African braiding shops. And she showed me a picture of him wearing a little sweater vest and loafers in a little shop surrounded by beautiful black women showing him how to braid black hair and even the lady he’s braiding on is guiding his hands. And omfg. Bless these old white people and their black daughter who I know have new loving parents because they are willing to step out of their comfort zone just to make her feel and look beautiful.

I really hope our paths cross again one day, Mrs Cicilia. 💖💕

Irene watched Shiv’s hands as they worked, and something in her chest went still.

It wasn’t just the methodical precision, the quiet reverence they carried for the steel — it was the way they did it. Like it was more than habit. Like it was memory. The kind that sits in muscle and marrow and doesn’t need language to surface. For a moment, just a brief flicker, her vision blurred at the edges and her father’s hands ghosted over the ones in front of her. That same calm, practiced rhythm. That same kind of quiet focus. Her dad used to say a blade didn’t need to look mean to do damage. It just needed to be respected. Shiv worked like that — like someone who understood what tools could become in the wrong hands, and carried them anyway.

When they smiled, she did too. Small. Unthinking. Like a reflex, not a decision.

She reached for the knife when they offered it, and when they pulled it back just slightly, she didn’t bristle — just raised one brow in mock offense. It was the kind of gesture someone else might’ve earned a sharp reply for. But not Shiv. They were one of the few people who didn’t set her teeth on edge just by existing. Maybe it was the way he never pushed. Never tried to draw blood just to see if she’d flinch. Just anchored himself in the space beside her like it didn’t cost anything to stay. Like someone had told him to watch over her, and he’d decided to take that promise seriously.

She took the blade properly when he passed it a second time and ran her thumb over the newly sharpened edge. A clean hiss of a breath followed — barely audible. “That’s perfect,” she murmured, and meant it.

The blade sat in her hand like it remembered her —like it forgave her for the neglect. Irene ran her thumb along the spine, not the edge, tracing the familiar nicks and wear without looking at it. Her gaze moved on Shiv, steady now, the way you look at someone you’re still trying to figure out but already trust more than you should. “I’m not used to being looked after,” she said, voice quiet but not brittle. “Not anymore. Feels strange. Like wearing someone else’s coat. But... I think I could get used to it. Maybe.” The last word landed softer than the rest, like she hadn’t meant to say it out loud.

Then, quieter still, eyes still on the knife, she added, “Don’t worry. I’m not easy to kill. You won’t have to mop anything up.” She glanced up then, something easier behind her eyes. “But I’ll leave a note. Promise. Or a text.” A pause, then, because saying thank you outright always caught like glass in her throat, she offered the closest thing she had — “You’ll know where to look.”

Though unspoken, there is a clear look of recognition towards another item inside Irene’s bag as its set on the table:. a small pouch of dried sigil chalks. Not one of those mundane, painfully-fake brands sold in Crow and Chalice. The real kind of magic their recurring companion carried in her travels, skillfully wielding it in a way that always gently stimulated their hunters' mark and completely captured their attention--

Fortunately, Irene brings their focus back to work before Shiv could further reminisce.

“Definitely not in worst shape...” Shiv parrots under their breath as they take the blade in hand. The hunter gingerly runs their thumb across the edge and lets it snag skin. Clean but dull. This edge should be sharper; it should have sliced their flesh and drawn blood by now. Shiv nods. “Definitely not in worst shape but still handled with great care. Good. I will be sure to do the same.”

Knife sharpening is not a chore but a practiced ritual imbued in Shiv’s being as their hands move on autopilot:

Cloth doused in just enough honing oil prepares the blade. Whetstone, darker coarse grit. Twenty-two degree angle. Moderate pressure. Slide forward, ten times. Sharpening steel. Rinse, dry with separate cleaner handkerchief. Whetstone, light fine grit. Stroke, ten more times. Yes, Appa, ten exactly, I know-

Plenty of meticulous steps to fill the silence, the sharp sound of blade on whetstone leaving room for Irene’s dramatic pauses. “If you ask me, it’s easier to hunt something that is real than not, something that can be understood and given a name. Hunting what refuses to be known or named is much more difficult. Practically impossible”, Shiv scoffs thinking back on the intangible nightmares that torment them. Oh what Shiv would give to stab or shoot or even claw their way out of one of those. “It’d be responsible to say that you should rest and get shut eye when you can, yadadada. But, c’mon. Look at me. Who am I to lecture you about not sleeping?”

“I won’t stop you from training late at night, alone or otherwise. But.” They offer the sharpened blade back to Irene, only to pull it back slightly when she goes to reach for it. Shiv softly smiles. A small jest. “Just be sure to let someone know in case things go south and we need to follow a trail. A note on your fridge or whatever. You have my number.” Shiv offers the blade once again. Earnestly this time.

Goodbyes are bittersweet, but it's not the end, I'll see your face again!!

Happy 3 years to one of my favourite albums that speaks to me

happy 3rd birthday harry styles:

At a time when streaming’s sudden supremacy has made musical genres increasingly polygenic, here comes 23-year-old former One Direction dreamboat Harry Styles with an album that gloriously, defiantly doesn’t fit in anywhere — except maybe on some Midwestern FM radio station 20 years before he was born. “Harry Styles” is that rare generation-spanning, forward-thinking retro album, one that nods to the past without garishly repeating it apart from an occasional self-aware wink. It’s loaded with acoustic guitars and has nary a trap beat, drop or apparently even an electronic drum. It even feels like an old-school vinyl album: In an era when many long-players have 18 songs and hover around the 70-minute mark, this one’s got an even 10 tracks and clocks in at 40 minutes, without feeling skimpy. But whether or not the album and its sound make a lasting impression on young ears, Styles has made a bold and brave statement of intent that completely reinvents him as an artist — and leaves a wide-open road for whatever he might want to do next. x