Nyan Rawr

Isaac is his own light in his dark, bloody adventure. His suit has his back, the whispers accompanying him.

And his dear Nicole…

loneliness is his best friend in the outbreak.

@esomaniac ! !!!,!,!,!

its still a heavily WIP project but ive been drawing a L4D2 screenshot to help me learn blending and colors better

@dollivication

Literally you. Like— you’re so cool dolli!!!‼️‼️‼️

the lies of P and P the Liar!

this are 9 or 7 months old? Maybe? I got Lies of P in march this year. Good times!

This game had a grip on me for months, it was insane. I hope I can get the DLC. I didn’t use references here (shocker) and was at school when I did it. I graduated with good notes even though I spend most of my time either drawing, sleeping or zoning out.

Don’t you miss me, Isaac?

What are you talking about? I’m not dead. I will never leave you alone. I am all the company you need.

I miss you, Isaac. Please, make us whole.

(Tumblr lowered the quality 😭 wth)

@junebugzjuniperr I finished it!!

Im not ovulating anymore, why is evrything so not hot? Wheres the sexy??? :(?

A furry cat girl. Wonder why others don’t make their cat girls all fuzzy. Are they genetically altered so they are low on hair? Who knows! Aesthetic is a choice.

Hi guys. Hola chicos.

that’s it. Eso es todo. Jaja 😝

I feel like Isaac would try not to cry while having sex. And fail.

hear me out.

traumatized man getting the attention and love he so readily craves, yet also touch repulsed because good god what if they become a necromorph. That’ll be awkward and terrifying. Imagine going pound town on someone and they turn into an alien zombie. Dead on the spot-

while Isaac is overthinking, his bed partner calls him so gently he swears he might be seeing Nicole for a second there. He had stopped mid thrust. And he shares eye contact with the softest gaze, with a gaze full of love that has him tearing up, because fuck he just wants to be okay, he just wants to be happy.

and he is okay in the arms of someone that knows he’s broken yet still lingers and wants him.

he cries. He whimpers and howls, just letting everything out. All the pain, all the blood he had to see and the people he’s lost.

but here? Here he’s heard. He’s seen. He’s understood.

He’s loved.

the next time he finds himself in a bed with that same loving person he can’t help the embarrassment from his outburst, yet that is forgotten in the soft pleasure of lazy sex and easy comfort.

hope you have a beautiful day and week and month and year and decades.