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Marama has fallen ill so low effort steampunk au designs for you guys (I liked designing alternative gear yup)
@lily-claw I fooled you here's the surprise cuz our random chats give me the best ideas
Why would they make a cat go to work, sick and twisted if you ask me….I should be in my comfy bed drawing silly things and watching supernatural….
Mondays…..
It’s the start of a very long week and I’m so tired already…..I wanna be little and colour all day and hold my plushies close!! I’m sick and tired of being a big girl all week. Its so much easier and nicer to turn off my brain put on cartoons as I wear soft pastel pjs as I feel all my stress and anxiety melt away.
being in little space feels so much better than dealing with it all! I absolutely love my stuffies since they are all so soft and squishy and they are the best listeners! Stuffies > people
So as of late, news in America has been devastating for many communities especially the LGBTQIA+ community and the POC community. As a trans man myself, I will not detransition (which for me has only been socially not physically sadly) or hide my shame, but, I am also unsure if I can risk seeking asylum elsewhere, as I do not have a valid passport and to get such a passport I would likely get all my documents confiscated due to my Drivers license having an X as my gender marker.
I know many who are afraid or nervous as well and I know my state is typically safe, but my family is not, my local community is not, and the risks and dangers will always be there for me. I remind my family I’m trans, I get screamed at and hit in the back of the head, I get told because I’m pregnant I’m not trans because trans people can’t have kids apparently. All I did was mention how I can’t leave the country anymore in a civil conversation.
Due to the state of everything I’m not very energetic or willing to post or message as much. I would love to post more and share more but it takes a lot of energy to get up anymore and even be around my own family, make my drs appointments, even go to work. I apologize for any radio silence, but living in a Nazi home is rather exhausting for me and my mental health may never recover from this first month of 4 long years.
Spilled Thoughts
...I’m tired.
Not physically, but in an emotional way...
I feel like I hide too much...
From friends,
From family,
From everyone...
...I’m tired of this mask...
When can I take it off?...
So very lovely
i hauve a cold
when you haven't even started shading your drawing yet and you've already been working on it for 14 hours👍
We need to take the word 'boundaries' away from TikTokers. I saw a vid where someone was happy that their boyfriend didn't hate her best friend and tried to make her feel included and all the comments were extremely nasty, accusing the best friend of being a homewrecker, and whenever someone said something positive or called the others out they'd get spammed with "It's just boundaries!!! We have different boundaries!!! Stop attacking us for our boundaries!!!"
That's not boundaries, that's insecurity. You shouldn't be in a relationship if you're going to act like this. Get some help and/or work on yourself, target why you feel there's a problem with your boyfriend not hating every woman on the planet. This can't be healthy and I feel sorry for anyone who's experienced this but you can't let being hurt a few times make you try controlling other people's relationships, a bitch, or push your insecurity onto innocent and happy relationships
Scrolling through the young justice tag and seeing my own post was such a jump scare. Like omg, it’s me? It’s like when you’re walking and there’s randomly a mirror. Anyways, I’m working very hard on typing out season 1 of my YJ au. If y’all want the craziness of my notes I’ll post them but if not, it’s gonna take a while.
i redesigned the girl because i said so
Hehe I drew my Roblox avatar
I liek mushroom :)
Midnight inspiration struck, my hand slipped, and I have gotten exactly 0 hours of sleep this fine night.
Was it worth it?
… idk
Sorry if the piano’s weird idk how to draw them
I was unable to fight off the urge to make a trollsona..
Yeah his name is Toby he's a pop troll he's a demiboy (he's basically me fr fr)
I also made my sister (who is already sick of me talking about trolls nonstop) a trollsona as well!
I really like how her's turned out
cough not me reading this when I’m supposed to be sleeping too- cough
— “the fuck are you doing?” —
Synopsis: you find Idia gaming late at night when he should be sleeping. Again.
Warnings: cursing, boobs mentioned lmao (not y/n’s… thought I should clarify) and not proofread
Game/ fandom: twisted wonderland
Character: Idia
Pronouns for reader: gender neutral/ not mentioned
A/n: going with the little text let’s goooo (I just think it looks nice :D), but anyway, this one’s kinda everywhere it feels, which I think I like. I think I’ve been very straightforward with a lot of my fics, but I really wanted to have this one be a bit… looser you know? That of course is why I made a boob joke. Totally not cause I have the humor of a 10 year old. Definitely not.
You left the room… for five minutes… five whole minutes, to pee, and what happens? Your Gacha addicted boyfriend started booting up his computer to wish for some character. You groaned as you rested on the doorway, for a moment, silently wishing he would just… sleep. You and ortho have tried, multiple times to get Idia back on a semi normal sleep schedule, and yet… he refuses. This time you’re especially annoyed because you both have a huge test tomorrow. Like mega grade impacting test.
You walk over to Idia who is too focused his game to notice you, mumbling to himself about something. “The fuck are you doing?” Your voice echos through the room, along with a scream from Idia, as he practically jumps out of his chair. Thankfully he catches himself as to not land on the floor. “Jesus how were you so quiet…” he mumbled, trying to calm himself down from the literal heart attack you just gave him.
Idia now realizes his mistake. “Uh… I thought you were asleep.” Clearly a lie from him. You always stuck very close to each other in your sleep, you basically had to pry him off of you just so you could pee. You let out an unamused grunt, and you turn him around him his chair so he faces you. “And I thought you’d be asleep not playing… what is this…???” You say looking at his screen.
“It’s starlight fuse, you play as characters that you obviously wish for since it’s a Gacha game, but you can fuse different characters together to make a better, stronger character!” He says as his hair starts turning red. You look back at his screen as he’s talking and say, “why are their tits so big?” Which makes Idia backtrack a bit. Stuttering, and fumbling over his words, and you just stare at him, an eyebrow raised at his response. “Anyway cup sizes aside” You walk over to the bed and sit down.
“Idia you gotta sleep.” You put your hands over your face, exhausted and frustrated. Both you and ortho just wanna make sure he isn’t purely surviving on caffeine, and an hour of sleep when he has a test that could impact his grade tremendously the next day. Idia gave a guilty look, but nodded his head, shutting off his computer, and walking over to the bed where you sit. “Hey how about tomorrow though we pull an all nighter?” You say smiling down at him where he’s laying down.
He turns around to give you his signature scheming smile, but it has a softness to it that makes you… question, and have butterflies rushing through your stomach. You lay down beside him, and move his head onto your chest where you can play with his glowing hair. “I’m surprised your hair doesn’t burn me… or the dorm down.” You mumble jokingly, sort of to yourself. Idia hums in response, as you fiddling with his hair has made him already grow drowsy. You think how lucky you are… to finally find something that makes Idia fall asleep, your chest, and playing with his hair. And maybe how lucky you are to be dating him but eh, you already knew that.
A bedtime thought...
The farther I look
the further I walk
down the only path I see for myself
I realize that my happiness shall come from the love of my passion
yet my sadness will come from the lack of anyone to share it with
for this path has no one else to walk it with me
no one else to share it’s delights
I shall be happy, yet I will be sad
I will be alone.
I will steal your socks and souls.
Yayyy look who lives!
Just some quick doodle here hopefully I will have some time soon caus I wanna Draw MORE.
Also, random other art. We’ll see what Tumblr likes more. No I don’t plan on finishing it
Also, that monkey there is actually my Pathfinders 2E character, That I have yet coloring. I realized though, as I was doing it, was like ‘….Shiz, that looks like a ship child.’ So it’s canon that the child will be named Kostu-
You know me, slow but I do my best to be very detailed.
I'm sleepy. But I don't give up
Reblog if you're asexual and tired
I gonna draw Koby more now
Luffy still looks funky
Something something Chongyun Xingqiu something Chongqiu something something…
Just saw someone say the neden game aged poorly because of the line about a girl's tits when literally the context of the song is both the men saying the worst possible thing they could think of to impress the woman like y'all LISTEN TO THE LYRICS IM BEGGING 😭 As if the whole point of ICP isn't to shock people like please 💔
Do you know how I feel? I feel like I’m drowning, and I’m aware of it but I can’t do anything.
I know I have to study a lot, but I can’t. I can’t get myself to do stuff, to concentrate.
I know I have to keep my house in order and do the dishes every day, do the laundry. But I can’t.
I am gaining weight and I know I should and want to eat healthy and not stress-eatings. But I do.
I know that I should be active more and workout so that I have a nice body. But I can’t do it more than one day.
I know I should take care of myself. But I fucking can’t.
And I hate myself for losing control like that, not being able to control my willpower. I hate myself for knowing this shit and still procrastinate and watch a movie instead or surf the instagram. I know I’m wasting my time, but there’s this voice in my head that’s just so strong, when I hear it I say ‘screw it you’ll do it tomorrow’. And the worst part is I am allowing that voice to control me. I don’t know what to do.
I don’t know what’s happening to me, it’s like I’m losing control over my mind and my will to do things. I am telling myself every fucking day that tomorrow will be different. Tomorrow will be a new start, but I feel deep down that it won’t. I feel like I’m drowning in my own sadness.
I realized a few days ago that I’m in depression. And that hit me hard. I am alone, sad and depressed. And I am trying to fight this fucking thing everyday but I fail. You know what though? I don’t want to lose control to that little piece of shit, I don’t want to be unhealthy, fat and depressed. I will fight it and I will kill it.
And when I do, it will be the greatest win of my life.
You realize you’re lonely when you pass out on your couch while the lights are turned on, and you are too tired to stand up and turn it off and wish there was somebody there, so they would cover you with blanket and turn the lights off.