taking a break between tasks, time to post old kvthm doodles
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[Image description: A page of uncolored digital sketches of Kaveh and Alhaitham.
The topmost sketch is a redraw of a scene from the Archon Quest in which Kaveh frowns while looking up to meet Alhaitham's gaze.
The bottom left drawing depicts Kaveh and Alhaitham in an embrace. Alhaitham is nestled into Kaveh's chest and looking forwards with a neutral expression. One of his arms reaches around Kaveh's waist. Kaveh smiles as he looks forwards. One hand loosely caresses the back of Alhaitham's neck while the other lightly touches his jawline.
The bottom right drawings depict a chibi Alhaitham and smiling chibi Kaveh. An arrow with the phrase "do not separate them!!" points at them.]
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Lowkey pissed at how erectyle dysfunction has become commonly known across several languages as "impotence".
Like.
I'm sure it's incredibly frustrating and alarming and worrying, especially if it happens to someone younger. I'm not trying to minimize that.
But do you know what impotence feels like?
It's despair, it's understanding why Sysyphus' punishement was insanely cruel well beyond physical fatigue.
It's seeing someone you love suffer and knowing there's literally nothing you can do to help, not even hold or confort them, because they're in so much pain there's no possible relief. There's no meds you can buy that haven't already been bought, there's no appointments you can make that you haven't made already.
You have done something, hell, you've done all you possibly could. And it still changed nothing. All you have left to do is wait. And it kills you. Ever. So. Slowly.
That's impotence.
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TW: Child loss
Foggy Jack, upon being caught by the Bobbies and the joy doctors finding out about his intolerance, having the same test they did with Arthur be done to him as they force him to take coconut joy.
At first everything seems fine. He sees Margaret running through a field of flowers with a selfmade flowercrown on her head. She's holding Jack's hand as she runs with him, an excited tone in her voice as she tells him that she has something to show him.
They run up the narrow path of the oh so familiar wednesday hill, but as they're halfway at the top, Margaret suddenly lets go of Jack's hand, running faster now and out of his sight. The colours start to fade around him as tries to catch up to his daughter before suddenly hearing a shrill, terrified scream followed by the noise of a gun.
As if he'd taken Phlash, his running speed nearly doubles as he hurries up the rest of the hill. His heart skips a beat as he arrives at the top and nearly runs into his daughter. She's standing only a few centimeters away from him and despite her actually being way shorter than him, her face is right in front of his as he looks right into her wide opened eyes, blood leaking out of the hole in her forehead and down the side of her nose.
The bullet has gone all the way through her little head, not only exposing her brain but also letting the light of the sun shine through the hole from the other side.
As her lifeless body collapses into Jack's arms, he breaks down on his knees as he cries out in pain. Meanwhile in reality he's struggling in his wheelchair and fighting against the restraints around his wrists as the doctors start to release another dose of joy gas inside the room. Though it only makes things worse.
A stinging pain shoots through his heart as he's still holding the hallucination of his dead daughter in his arms, the pain of loosing her once again making him cry so hard it's getting hard to breathe.
While trapped inside his own mind, Jack's body reacts heavily to the overdose of joy. His entire body is shaking and twitching uncontrollably and his heart is pounding faster and faster with each second, causing the heart rate monitor to be completely out of control. The doctors immediately try to defuse the situation by pressing buttons wildly, but as they finally get the gas to stop it's already too late.
Only the long, monotone noise of the heart rate monitor fills the room as the masked man who was just struggling a few seconds ago is now slumped in his wheelchair with his head limply hanging down. The doctors only let out a frustrated sigh before turning everything off and heading to the cafeteria.
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