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Impeding doom of having to start my commission work today. Probably not opening them again after this cause Jesus christ I hate obligations

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Brain fog? More like brain dog.. You are a dog actually. You were never meant to think this hard you silly goof

Woof!

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Just reminder:

Fuck ICE

Death to Trump and his billionaire buddies

Always punch Nazis

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your tumblr avatar is who you are on the outside, and your discord avatar is your true self

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Guess who wrote the first chapter/entry of their OC journal :]

Translation for screen-readers under the images/cut.

June 7th, 1998

I stepped out of the hospital today for the first time in almost two months. I bought this dumb journal with the last of the money I could find. The last of, well, anything I had, really. I guess I just thought that, if I, y’know, die, maybe they would find this and maybe she would let the kids read it when they’re older. Fuck, I miss her already. If it wasn’t for that stupid dick she’d still be here. Sally, if you’re reading this, I’m sorry. I didn’t think he’d do that, I thought he was a good guy. But, uh, I digress. Two months since I was in the hospital, I have fucking nothing. Two months ago my friend asshole drug dealer went fucking crazy and poured bleach on me in the back of his garage. It got in my fucking eye and burned the skin off the left side of my face and chest, put me in a month-long coma from the pain. My blisters popping just to be reopened by more bleach, the inability to breathe. It was hell on Earth. All because I was a little in debt. Well… I guess not a little anymore. Apparently this type of shit isn’t covered by insurance, not that I had any in the first place, but that fuckass place took the last of my money. I had to sell my house, get rid of everything I own, and live in my car. And on top of all that bullshit my girlfriend left me because she’s scared that my “friends are going to start threatening her to get the money you supposedly owe them”. She was all I had and she was two months pregnant, now I’ll probably never see her again. Fuck, Sally, if you’re reading this, get a man who will let me see the kid when this is all over, I never wanted to hurt you. I only have about a month worth of food in my car and a few blankets. I need to find a way to make quick money. I have no money to spend, so casinos aren’t gonna work, maybe I can find a job as a bartender at this stupid nightclub nearby. Assholes probably won’t hire me now that I have these ugly fucking burns, they’ll only hire pretty ladies at those places, I’m neither. But, dammit, it’s worth a shot. I’ll try in the morning, the sun’s starting to rise, I better sleep…

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strictly my ass.

"Therianthropy is strictly non-physical"

I am going to eat you /hj

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would you guys be interested if I made an ao3 or some sort of virtual diary for my buckshot roulette OC Viktor? like all his lore and stuff and his reasons. I have many ideas.

It'll probably be a real diary which I take a picture of and then translate to screen-reader friendly versions or I'll make an ao3 story, but I'm scared of ao3 ngl, seems intimidating.

give feedback if you want, i'll probably do it either way lol.

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sometimes I think /vneg!!

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i got a little hyperfixated on buckshot roulette. hi. I offer you my guy, he has so much lore that I have neglected to write down.

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Brainstorming school-friendly shirt designs for my black shirt I've wanted to customize. I feel now is a better time then ever considering the politics. Hoping to piss off the he-who-shall-not-be-named supporters subtly...

Any ideas, people of Tumblr?

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i love this illustration i'm losing my mind

look at her. go crazy aaaaaa go stupid aaaaaa

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spin this list of all of the pokemon. you are now that pokemon.

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update: creating more concept art and looking at making a physical mask of his faceplate to show off (maybe I'll take commissions if it gets enough likes, wink wink!) STILL in development though.

he still does not have a name and names are up for suggestions :D

more design info: there are tubes that run through his body that pump cooling liquid that serves to cool him down and the organs he carries. also I want to somehow make him (at least slightly) edgy but still a kind soul.

uhm, uh, totally not creating a new fanbot-

he's a medical bot and he helps with organ transplants by keeping the organs in condition by cooling them in a tank in his stomach!!!

(art coming out soon, I swear.)

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Who up spineing their The?

Who up waltering their manor?

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Activities for nonhumans. Tested by me.

In the morning, stretch. Take time stretching every muscle and joint to the best of your ability, even if its only for 5 minutes. Take up a yoga routine if you wish. This has helped immensely with my chronic joint and muscle pain.

Sit in the sun for a few minutes. Soak it in, enjoy the slowness of the world for a second.

Meditate. Learn to be in your own mind. Learn to be bored. Sit in the woods and listen to whats around you. See and feel from a standstill. Learning boredom has helped me curb some of my ADHD symptoms

Journal. Decorate jt with stickers. Make lists and notes and write blurbs about your day or your species. Practice introspection, gratitude, positive affirmations. Look at things objectively, but also analyze your emotions. Chronicle our history as a community, write everything that you can find about nonhumans down. History will thank you. Log your shifts, your days, the weather.

Take up a workout routine. Calisthenics is the poison I picked; it focuses on moving your body instead of moving a separate weight. It builds muscle you can use for a range of activities rather than a few set scenarios.

Quadrobics leaves too much room for injury if you go any farther than bear crawls. Most people parroting tips for quadrobics are children with no background in exercise. My alternative is going for a run; it gets out energy and achieves everything quadrobics would.

Go into the woods. Use the 5-4-3-2-1 technique to test your senses in an environment you've never been in. Get curious, take pictures and note the species of flora and fauna in your area. Scout the area for unique formations and spots. Doing this has increased my confidence as a visually impaired man tenfold; I've learned how to use hearing to my advantage in most aspects of my life.

Go swimming in a creek. Even if your species doesn't swim, it can be euphoric. Dry yourself out on a rock in the sun afterwards.

Hell, just look towards going camping or backpacking for more than a few hours. Save for it, plan for it, prepare for it. Camping alone builds independence, camping with friends builds community.

Check out INaturalist. Its a website where others post pictures of flora/fauna, including the general location of where they found it. You don't need to post anything, just being on there and seeing the kinds of organisms in your area is enough.

Start a recipe book of things your species could and would eat. Even if they're just ingredients, its still a good activity.

Connect to your community. Join clubs and groups in your area. Volunteer at places that need volunteers. If you work, unionize. A real life community is essential for your mind. Lacking community is probably why you feel like shit.

Don't just stockpile gear, make your own. Don't resrict yourself to masks; ears, tails, collars, hand paws, feet paws, claws, wings, beaks, scales, fins, all things you could make with materials that lie around your house unused.

Apply makeup and body paint to mimic your species' markings. Enjoy the process as much as you enjoy the outcome. Look towards getting tattoos if wanted.

Sea salt spray can give your hair a wild look, if thats something you want. It can also cause it to change color slightly.

And, if possible, look to take supplements that cause hair and nail growth, if youre a hair/nail having being.

Drop your shaving routine if you wish. Shaving isn't really hygeine. Or implement one if your species is smooth. I like to shave in similar patterns that cats would be shaved in.

Take the time to clean yourself beyond a simple body and hair wash. Deep clean everything and emerge a new being.

Fuck it. Use horse shampoo.

Let yourself Feel. Suppressing emotions is a human construct made to weaken you, made to make you subservient. If you're angry, be angry. If you're sad, be sad. If something makes you happy, never stop doing it.

Let shifts come and go. Acknowledge them. Log them. Never supress them. They'll only emerge later.

Accept yourself as you are. Affirm yourself. You are enough as you are and you dont need to do anything to prove yourself.

Redecorate your spaces. Revamp your nest, light some candles or put on a humidifier. Introduce plants, crystals, and generally outdoor things into your indoor living space.

Clothing is everything. I find that clothing I can't freely move in makes me dysphoric, so I stick to tank tops and light sweatpants. I dress light and I show skin. Similarly, find the styles of dress you find comforting and euphoric.

Scent your area. Spray something around your house, wear a perfume you like. The stronger the smell, the better.

(Edited 20th Jan 2025 @ 9:14 PM - Fixed Grammar + Readability)

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what do you mean elon musk did a nazi salute on live tv at the united states presidential inauguration twice and is now erasing the evidence off the internet by replacing the footage with the crowd cheering instead?

would be a shame if people reblogged this, wouldn’t it?

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Saying species dysphoria is mocking gender dysphoria is honestly like saying dysmorphia is mocking dysphoria