Akimoto Masato

He gave the mother extra time to give birth to her child and the "butterfly" that is more or less the mother's soul, came to thank the reaper for it

That sounded like a dick move but... as @Palas said you cant go wrong 

two of my latest sketches. i'm a bit disappointed by my saya, but the overall aspect is quite good ^^

my sister says "eh, what's the point, a visual novel is just a big book with a fuck ton of graphics and a bunch of choices and some tits, what's the point of filming if you can't show the best part....(ten second pause) THE TITS, YOU DUMBASS (hits me) god you act like you don't know me, wait... are you still typing this shit out I will split you slit your throat in three different wa-"

my sister says "eh, what's the point, a visual novel is just a big book with a fuck ton of graphics and a bunch of choices and some tits, what's the point of filming if you can't show the best part....(ten second pause) THE TITS, YOU DUMBASS (hits me) god you act like you don't know me, wait... are you still typing this shit out I will split you slit your throat in three different wa-"

Just realized, remember that quote "a day without sunshine is..." a day without sunshine is like you know night

I would have wondered "how didn't I see this thread being made," but I think my profile activity answers that for me.
Still, what an honour. My lifelong dream of leaving my mark 1% through sheer work 99% through shit posting has been accomplished. I promise to use this power for good, and to not drop my posting rhythm and philosophy of "oh neat, this goes to Fuwa."

Yep, not saying fuckable buuuuuuut definitely cute

What if poltroons face isn't a Santa hat what if the Santa hats body is a poltroon

Hi there everyone. A few of you may have heard that my dad has passed away this Monday from cardiac arrest. Never before have I felt so broken. It's like there's a hole in my heart that would never heal again.
But after close to a week, I felt the healing process taking place. I can now smile again, and I no longer break into tears at random. When I reflect, my dad's passing has helped me grow so much in the span of three to five days. It's not at all worth the exchange, but now I hold Mum's hand a lot more, and the whole family is closer from the incident. My mind seems to have pushed all of Dad's flaws aside, so now he's turned into some kind of deity who I can always count on to watch over me. I've never been spiritual, but maybe it's all I have now to keep me sane.
But as the title suggests, my dad's funeral is on this afternoon, and I'm so nervous about it. I haven't seen Dad's face since I left the hospital on Monday, and after the cremation ceremony tomorrow, I'll never get to see him again. Really scared to guess how I'll respond when I see him today. My wounds have at last begun to heal, but the funeral might tear those stitches open again, which is so tough to bear. I feel terrible for worrying about myself at a time like this, but I must own up to what's going through my mind. For now, I'm telling myself that the funeral should be a celebration of my dad's legacy, but once those doors open, my narrative will probably fly out the window.
So yes, if anyone has any advice for me, I'd appreciate that so much. I'm up typing this at 3am because I really can't sleep, so maybe I'm a bit desperate. Of course, I'd be thankful for any good wishes you have for my dad as well. Just a lot of selfishness and confusion on my part.
Thank you so much everyone.