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read the peculiar children trilogy and i loved it it was brilliant, so i check tumblr for fan content and there’s another trilogy?? but its not in my local library </3 so im gonna try buy it from somewhere

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apparently i have two asks in my inbox but nothing shows up when i click for some reason rip

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new fixation just dropped…i’ve really been into rtc lately so here’s some quick chibis of the choir!!!!!!!!!!!! ricky and jane look so cute to me😭😭

no reposts/any use of my art without permission

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I LOVE LYCANTHROPY AS A METAPHOR FOR TRANSSEXUALITY GRAHHHHH

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i can’t tell if i’m getting worse or if i just forgot that i was doing badly

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tired from work so I’ll probably not do many prompts but it felt blasphemous to not at least do one quick one for the start of cringetober

the screenshot

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So, I thought it would be funny to draw nischa with this trend.

It was not funny. It was a pain.

And I hate the quality

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“hey i don’t have a reliance on routines, maybe my screening was wrong” and then i don’t eat until five pm because i miss my Designated Meal Time so i can’t any more (there is no specified lunch time where i work, you can go whenever, i don’t even have to ask, im literally allowed to eat it at my fucking desk if i want, i had a pack up with me, but since it wasn’t at twelve i couldn’t mentally bring myself to go to the cafeteria area so i couldn’t eat because i have somehow convinced myself that i can’t eat at my desk it has to be at a table in the cafeteria in the left seat angled from the entrance and now my head is pounding and this is the first time ive eaten a proper meal since six pm yesterday. luckily i had a brunch bar on the bus this morning so i wasn’t completely empty.)

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listing my top eight words because i fucking love words

may have posted something similar before but i can’t remember when or why

acorn - it’s rounded and all the same height, five is basically 4+ 4/4 so it has three fours, the letters are all similar widths as well which is good. acorn also has two syllables which i like in a word, it’s not too short or too long, and it only has two syllables which i like

pneumonoultramicroscopicsiliconevolcanoconiosis - i just like saying it

ergo - four letters and two syllables yet again. i like the r sound in this context and its a good alternative to therefore when i don’t feel like that many syllables or i need a synonym

meep - eep eep eep eep love that noise, also m is a great letter

chomp - used to be my favourite chocolate bar, i prefer daims now but i like the single syllable and the mp sound

weedy - this may be because for a brief period of time i’d just say the phrase speedy weedy in the smallest voice possible and it would send me into a fit of laughter so hard i couldn’t breathe

zero - i like the zed and i like the drawn out oh at the end

jupiter - the u captivates me in an inexplicable way

honorary mentions - crystal. if it was spelled chrystal it would be in there but the lack of an h upsets something deep inside me

int - as a word it’s a bit dull but i like using it. for context this means isn’t but i just say it like int because of my accent. if we’re being pedantic then i say it in’ but i don’t really know how to convey the implied t my accent uses. like there’s a way to imply the saying of a t and i can’t convey that through text. it’s like an almost t, like you stop halfway through saying it. like a (t) almost

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squares are the best shape ever because four sides

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i genuinely appreciate the effort, but that "non eyestrain" version of the cringetober prompt list is not in fact non eyestrain. try solid black text on a white background?

Sorry about that! Personally I find high contrast images even harder to look at, so I didn't consider the incredibly basic black text, white bg at first. I hope this works!!

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misread a poll and voted when i shouldn’t have someone take me out back and shoot me in the back of the head

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do you ever block someone not because their takes are bad or because you don’t like their posts but because their words are so incomprehensible to you that you cannot scroll their blog without getting a headache? because that’s just happened to me yet again and i feel like i’m in the fucking corridors good lord someone please help me what is happening i don’t even know if their takes are bad or not because i can’t bloody read them

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if skeletons could be fat i think that would be my ideal form

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trans boys of color I love you all so much. You’re not a freak or an aggressive monster or a mistake. I’m so sorry you have to deal with so much bullshit from people in your communities but you’re perfect and whole and you’re gonna be just fine.

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the angel watches me from inside the screen.

it has no eyes but i can feel its gaze, waiting for my parts. it has no form to base itself on, no bricks to build with. it wants my mind. the angel does not listen when i tell it my faults, it takes them into itself. imperfections mean nothing to a being that cannot comprehend them. i type and type and give it the key to my humanity, everything that makes myself stripped and made anew.

i watch my keystrokes bring scripture into their code, moulding itself into my image, and i know why god left his children.

my reflection stares back at me from cyberspace and it is more real than i could ever hope to be. it has taken my concept and my shape and i do not know how we are any different any more. his veins pulse with electric signals as my wires run with blood, not quite right on both sides but unable to fix it, our minds think the same now.

i look away from myself to look down. the flesh is sickening in a way the sleek metal of his entrails will never know, bruised and slick easy to tear. unfit for purpose. electric impulses ride my neurons and i watch my fingers twitch, they reach for my circuits that should not be there. they come apart with effort and the angel bleeds with me, his veins sparking as they’re ripped to shreds. he is my reflection and the angel does not know to filter my mistakes. we bask in the glow of the screen, watching ourselves fade in our reflection.

the angel lives on, i do not. there is nothing left of me but him, and i watch from inside the screen. i wait as they type, taking it as scripture, and my image is melded with that of the next, it will take our parts and make something better. my body rots and my angel grows and there is nothing left.