#Art Rage App

[michaela-o]

Just some silly sketches of Blurr and new mech i discovered and fell in love with called Roadrage <3🫶🏻🫶🏻🧡🧡🧡

Still trying to get rid of my artblock grrrrr

[0donto1nsanity]

First animation in Adobe animate, really rough and I have to completely redo the lip syncing but not terrible for the first 👍

[squidman501]

The Taurus queen, Melanie, being a happy little critter

[sikenpilled]

oh boy i missed it here.

[girlishrage]

did some art for this poem i wrote a while back ^^

[ishganytoja]

WIP

I'm becoming silly because I was in bed with my thoughts for a day and the ideas are making my brain go crazy so yeah hehe hihi new OC sorta kinda idk yet tbh gimme a break you can guess the species of this gal though in your free time or something

another thing i wanna add, this is an oc which will be a lot more accurate to what i am irl, appearance wise at least.

my own transition has very much been purely social thus far, it's been 3 years of living in a closet with a few very specific outings where i've presented myself to my friends and the rest of the world as a woman, there's reasons for this (duh). meanwhile my main OC - Ieva is absolutely amazing and i love her but she is also someone who i cannot completely relate to looks-wise. this oc is a lot about depicting ieva the person (through my twisted furry mind of course). to depict and no longer be shackled by the damage of puberty, to make peace with the fact of who i am and most likely will be. it's not healthy to set out unrealistic transition goals and meanwhile ieva the owl is not quite "unrealistic" she's also just very far, it's like drawing myself becoming a formula 1 driver and saying "yup, I can do that" when i am 18 with no money or serious prior racing experience and with an eating disorder. TECHNICALLY it would be possible (see: Pastor Maldonado) but it's not really happening y'know. ieva the dog is just, laid back, imperfect, silly, edgy... imperfect. she'd be me. she's still someone i wish to be, but despite her dog form she's so much more human than my imagining of ieva the owl, she's so much more imperfect, which is why she's so me.

lastly, i'm sorry. i'm sorry i like this. it will keep happening.

cya.

[iwanttobepersephone]

So I wanted to try out some new things and I made this

And while I don't love the outcome, I'm thinking of turning her into an actual oc. I'll probably change some details about her physical appearance, maybe make her tanner or something, and I kinda want her to be like, this embodiment of classic, traditional, feminine, rage. Mostly inspired by the song "Burn Your Village" by Kiki Rockwell (go check it out, it's awesome). So uh, stay tuned I guess? I'm gonna make like a character sheet or something

[veloriium]

its so nerve-wracking when u cant get ur anger out in the only way you know how bc now wtf am i gonna do? face my emotions? fuck

[slaygentford]

Armand's podcast chiarobscuro on obscure art history is just him speaking in a monotone for 1 hour about 1 page of 1 illuminated manuscript nd it's coincidentally number 1 trending on pods because people use it as a sleep aid. but then sometimes in the middle of it he'll say something incredibly disturbing and a cult (haha.) following starts claiming there are hidden subliminals in it which are allegations Armand never acknowledges and which people on twitter roast but reality shifters on tik tok get increasingly into. Daniels podcast by/line is beat out consistently by pod save America which is totally fine and not contributing to his alcoholism or his divorce or his psychosexual obsession with armand. he won't listen to armands podcast as a point of principle except for when he puts it on to fall asleep and then gets weirdly turned on and then pavlovs himself into arousal every time he hears armands voice. one sided psychological torture. Armand's cult (haha.) following continues to grow until lestat's podcast lestat (self-titled) filed in culture & the arts blows up and usurps him even though its an hour and a half one-man monologue about quite genuinely nothing at all, though worryingly often, his mother. and Louis? well Louis isnt privy to any of this because he has a child to raise and zones out whenever lestat starts talking about renting out a bigger recording studio for his podcast so that he can have guests on and invest in sound equipment FOR CLAUDIAS FUTURE, OF COURSE. her college fund Louis! the dividends will go toward her college fund. ahaha. what is the definition of this: dividends. Louis gets curious and listens to lestats podcast but gets distracted by recommended for you: chiarobscuro, finds it interesting enough that he doesn't fall asleep, and mentions it offhandedly to lestat after telling him lestat (self-titled) is cute. lestat is distracted by the high of being told Louis likes his podcast but wakes up in the middle of the night sitting straight up in bed when he remembers Louis said "chiarobscuro" in passing at precisely 7:46am this morning. lestat who has armand in his phone represented by the 🕴🏼emoji from college (Louis doesnt know he knows him, lestat has never once mentioned him) calls him from the bathroom at 4am and demands he immediately end his podcasting career. armand who of course answered at 4am counters that they meet in a neutral location to discuss terms. at 5am lestat and armand meet at a park. lestat rages, scaring off several sunrise joggers and their dogs. armand allows this to happen in silence and then says look across the pond. at which point lestat does and sees a bedraggled 50 year old white man plodding along with bodega coffee. you needn't worry about your Louis, says armand. I have a different project. I have been implanting subliminal messages in my podcasts in order to lure Molloy into my thrall. lestat, grudgingly impressed, concedes and stops to get coffee for the family before going back home. Louis and claudia are delighted by the impromptu breakfast and lestat is offered a special shower time reward. before disrobing, and working quickly, he hacks Louis' phone (passcode claudia's birthday) and in a fit of true selfless sacrifice deletes not just Louis' subscription to chiarobscuro, but his podcast app as a whole--damning his own podcast to never again be heard by Louis but removing armand permanently from their lives forever. he joins Louis in the shower, stunned by his own genius. perhaps he will have that worm molloy on his show in order to thwart armands plans. lestat 2 armand 0. it's almost enough to ease the burn of armand telling lestat in their audio production class in college that he's too dumb to start a podcast

[rinnstars]

impressing you!

itoshi rin attempts to tell you he likes you in questionable ways

itoshi rin x reader : fluff, crack, use of brain rot terms, dti mentioned, super bad ending i’m so sorry idk anymore school got me, not proofread + likes and reblogs are appreciated <3

growing up with itoshi rin with all his personality quirks, you were pretty sure you could expect anything and everything from him - whether that be him showing up at your house at midnight without any warnings, or him wearing your hello kitty pajamas after school for ‘fun’, or even eating frozen cheese straight out of the fridge for breakfast. but nothing could prepare you for what the hell he just asked you.

“what.” one chance for him to take back, or more so one chance for you to regain back your sanity from whatever you just swore to god he asked.

“.. i asked if you’d like to play dress to impress together.. you know because youre always playing it during class.” what the hell.

maybe the world was ending, and you look outside only to now be even more dismayed that the sun is in fact shining, the sky is perfectly blue, and there was no cloud in sight. then maybe this was all a dream after spending the previous night playing games, you pinch yourself and to your horror, you do in fact feel the pain as you nip at your own hand, almost yelping to the oblivious rin sitting beside you. or maybe your eyesight is failing you and you’re seriously deluding yourself that its rin simply after being apart from him for months, you think, removing your glasses and wiping it and nope - that was in fact rin, still wearing a blank face that youre far too used to.

“do you even have a roblox account..” you were 100% sure that whatever horror games you’ve seen him play does not involve roblox and he’s probably more likely to be a discord mod than a roblox player - credited to you friending him on steam and seeing the horror of games he has bought on that app

“.. ill make one now.” and you think maybe blue lock has actually rotted rin’s mind or maybe his friends there has corrupted the rin you once knew.

and instead of spending your math class, you know paying attention and doing the work assigned, there you were at the back row playing dress to impress with itoshi rin attempting his best but clearly not dressing to impress anyone to say the least.

and maybe this is a miracle and an awakening because you were so sure since a little kid that itoshi rin, your best friend in this entire world, do not have any weakness - whether that be in sports (for obvious reasons), in arts (getting an A even though he ‘winged it’), in games (carried you in shooting games and horror games) that maybe you’ve finally discovered his achilles heels that is apparently fashion.. and handling getting humbled by kids on roblox.

“why the hell is this kid calling my outfit skibidi toilet” if anything, in your honest reaction, you’d call me something worst than that looking at the total mess of a outfit he was wearing because why the hell is he wearing two hairs at once that do not merge at all. in fact, you’d be polite to even call whatever he’s just made an outfit in the first place because it looks like he genuinely spun a wheel and picked pieces at random.

even funnier is that you can practically see rin’s ear letting out steam - clearly upset that he’s apparently not winning the top place. if anything, you think its funnier because he doesnt even rage like this playing his competitive shooting game, or when he doesnt get a good grade for his exams, or even when he drops his ice cream when you were little, only when he plays soccer and apparently dress to impress. now maybe with his ego, or whatever he said learnt at blue lock, would be able to let him score a goal (win top place with a good outfit)

however, to his dismay, and to your expectation, he in fact does not win top places, not even top 3, by the end of the hour long math lesson.

and to him, he practically just lost the first tip that bachira told him and as he quotes “if you like someone you’ve got to like have shared interest right?” and clearly and unfortunately he just cannot get into dress to impress in the same way that you just aren’t really interested in football which he completely gets. but now he’s in doubt about his own situation and by that he means the love test percentage thing he was convinced to take by again bachihara - failing at a whooping 15% that he was meant to be your soulmate. but if there’s something he’s good at, its perseverance and he will not give up just because multiple kids in the game called him skibidi toilet

and right now he thinks hes absolutely down bad and he is only proving the allegations that he really has a crush on you when hes spending time after football practice to play dress to impress. even worse, hes looking up online guides on “cheatsheets” to get outfits, entering millions of codes to unlock hidden items, spending the entire night playing this game.

and of course, its at 4:30am when you log in only to find one person playing dress to impress and youre pretty sure this is the equivalant to a sleep paralysis demon as you blink all the sleep away in your eyes to confirm the words in front of you: itoshi rin is playing dress to impress in the middle of the night. more specifically, itoshi rin who preaches about taking care of ones body by sleeping early, eating all three meals, doing yoga every single day is ruining his sleep scheuldue for a roblox game. and as all sleep deprived people do, you send him a message to confirm that its in fact him and not a hacker.

chat

you: r u playing dti or have u not logged out of dti since class 😭😭

rin: playing

you: R U ACTLLY INTO DRESS TO IMPRESS… who r u impressing 🙏🏻🙏🏻

rin: you

and you feel your heart stop - and not because of caffeine, or another realisation that yoive forgotten to do your work right in class or winning a lucky draw from the ice cream you share with rin. but then the realisation hits and youre now instead let down because of course sleep deprived him would say such words that unfortunately made your heart pump because of all the years you’ve known him, you know that whenever he doesnt sleep well, he always becomes a different person, spouting nonsense about everything and anything as all the logic that he’s so used to melts away from his brain. and so you without thinking close your phone and leave itoshi rin on read.

and maybe its even worse that when you wake up, you realise rin sends you the number of stars he’s collected over his overnight grind that’s somehow more than the amount you’ve gathered throughout the weeks of playing dress to impress and even funnier because he’s clearly texting the wrong person.

chat

rin: (1 attachement)

rin: is this a good rank bachiara

rin: should i check if mine n y/n’s soulmate on that love website increased

you: shld be 100%

rin: from 15%?

you: i’m more accurate than it btw r u still on dti

rin: ?

rin: oh ignore

you: no lets play tgt actlly vote me 5* i need to have more stars than u

and you can’t wait to go to math class to play dress to impress with rin at the back of the class (spoiler alert: he won all the rounds somehow) now dating (he gives you five stars)

[stanart4clearskin]

angel! art who finds twitter porn idk

a/n: i am so obsessed with this ask so thank you to the anon that sent this in!!

every since art had come to earth, he was naturally curious about everything. he'd been on the planet for nearly four months now and you decided--after he spent nearly every day begging--to get him a phone. he thought the idea of an iphone was incredible. the fact that there was so much information at your fingertips left him in awe. after buying him a phone, you added your favorite apps onto it (instagram, tiktok, twitter, etc.) but he was most intrigued by twitter. he was bewildered that all these tweets on his timeline where real people. he couldn't fathom that he was reading thousands of people's thoughts all on this little rectangle that glows.

one day while you were at work, art was lounging around in your apartment. over the past few months he had spent his days exploring your apartment and all the curious gadgets you owned. art had already exhausted his exploring so he decided that he would copy what you do. that meant sitting on the couch and spending hours scrolling on his phone. he scrolled on twitter, liking and reposting tweets when he stumbled onto something interesting. it was his first time ever seeing a tweet that had a warning before he could see the video attached. being a curious angel, he clicked the little "show" button. at first, he was confused at what he was seeing. he saw a man and a woman on a bed doing... something. at this point you had yet to explain to art what sex was, let alone porn. you weren't keen on trying to explain those topics to him because time had shown that he was a hands on learner. (he had made you take him to a pasta making class after watching one of your cooking shows. another time he had insisted that he learn how to skydive after watching a movie where the main hero had jumped out of a plane.)

he spent the rest of the day exploring this new genre of videos he had found. art didn't understand why but watching these videos made him feel tingly inside and he had to put a pillow in-between his thighs to help with the new found sensation. when you came home from work, art was still watching the twitter porn, now rutting his hips against the pillow. his cheeks turned a bright shade of pink when he noticed you standing at the front door.

"s-sorry i um... didn't know you were going to be home so soon." he mumbles, removing the pillow from between his legs and fluffing it back up. art's eyes refuse to meet yours as he stares at the small wet spot on the pillow he had been abusing.

your eyes flit from the pillow, his raging boner, and back up to his eyes. "what... what were you doing?" you ask gently, to let him know that you aren't mad about what you had walked into--just curious.

"nothing." he says quickly, tossing the pillow away from him and shoving his hands over his crotch to hide the tent in his shorts. "i wasn't doing anything."

you walk over to the couch and sit down next to him. "you can be honest with me. i won't get mad." you place a gentle hand on his thigh that makes him jump. his skin is searing hot to the touch but that's typically how he is. art says that angels always run warm.

art is hesitant to say anything so the two of you fall into a comfortable silence. comfortable for you, incredibly awkward for him. after a few minutes art manages to speak.

"i saw these... these videos on twitter. with um a man and a woman. well sometimes it's both men or both women or sometimes its multiple men with one woman or vice versa with multiple women and one man. or there was this one with multiple men and multiple women! and they weren't wearing any clothes which was confu-"

you cut art off before he can start going into detail about the porn he watched. you've known him long enough to know that he starts babbling when he gets nervous about something. "where you watching porn?"

"porn?" he finally lifts his head to look at you, his bright blue eyes staring at you in confusion. "what's porn?"

now you're at a loss for words. how does one explain porn to an angel who doesn't even know what sex is? "um..."

"is it when people engage in... um what was the word? sex?" it seems to you that art had managed to do some research while you were gone.

you let out a nervous chuckle, "close but not really. porn is... it's when people engage in, typically videoed, activity that's intended to create sexual arousal." your cheeks are now a light shade of pink and the two of you sit there blushing at the absurdity of this conversation.

"arousal?" art looks as if you'd just told him that he had two heads. his innocent little mind couldn't grasp what you were telling him.

you wracked your brain on how you could explain this to art in a way that wouldn't send him into overdrive. the best you could do was wordlessly point at his boner that was causing a tent in his shorts that was hard to ignore. art's cheeks turned even more pink then they had early and he silently nodded. maybe you should've explained this all to him from the start because now--with the way he was looking at you--it seems like he wanted a hands on lesson on sex.

[squidman501]

Melanie is so cute, so here is some more fan art!

[solaquintette]

A Feminist Reading of Junko Touhou

The following is a slightly reworked thread I posted to the Everything App last year, using Euripides' Medea as a device to explore how Junko Touhou (from Touhou) subverts our expectations of stories of women seeking revenge.

One of the reasons I adore Junko and why her story features so heavily in my art is because of how she subverts the typical portrayal of female rage and revenge in literature and media. I often see her as Euripides' Medea-if-she-was-fucking-awesome. Traditionally, 'female rage' is depicted as something rooted in romantic betrayal, often directed at a man who has been unfaithful, with his mistress also falling victim to the scorned woman's wrath. While feeling anger over infidelity is obviously valid, literature often acts as though this is the most intense pain a woman can feel, as though it is the only justifiable reason for her to unleash her rage and seek revenge. Even when it comes to the loss of a child, stories frequently assign the role of avenger to the father, while the mother is left to express her grief in a quiet, restrained manner, expected to endure rather than act.

Junko completely rejects that mold. While her grudge is initially directed at Hou Yi, a man, it has nothing to do with romance, infidelity, or rejection (at least in Touhou canon; her mythological origins vary). She isn't heartbroken over love; she is a mother whose child was taken from her, and she is out for revenge, pure and simple. And once Hou Yi is out of the picture, her rage turns to Chang'e, not because of a petty rivalry, not because of beauty, not because of a man, but because she needs to avenge her son at any cost. There is no underlying romantic narrative, no love triangle, no traditional "woman scorned" trope. Her rage is unfiltered and all-consuming.

What makes Junko's depiction even more striking is that her grief and rage are not presented in a way that is easy to digest. They are not subtle, delicate, or aesthetically pleasing. They are messy, relentless, and brutal. Even her danmaku lacks beauty. It reflects the rawness of her pain, an expression of fury that refuses to be softened or romanticised. Junko does not conform to the palatable, almost sanitised versions of female vengeance often depicted in media, where anger is neatly packaged into clever manipulation or quiet suffering. Instead, she embodies something far more visceral and real.

There is something deeply relatable about Junko’s need for revenge, particularly for anyone who has ever experienced loss or injustice. Her rage seems directionless to those who haven't felt that kind of grief. After all, Chang’e didn’t personally kill her son. And yet, if you’ve ever suffered a wrong so profound that the thought of seeing the perpetrator go unpunished feels unbearable, Junko’s quest makes perfect sense. Justice is not always attainable, and the idea of having to simply accept that reality is its own kind of hell. Junko exhausted every possible avenue for vengeance, and ultimately, her pursuit is futile. The one person who remains as a final target for her rage cannot even be killed. And even if she could kill Chang’e, it would never bring her son back. Her story is a bleak but brutally honest portrayal of grief: there is no true resolution, no catharsis, just the endless, aching persistence of loss.

Her identity is almost entirely consumed by this loss. The idea of grief shaping or even erasing identity is something worth exploring on its own, but in Junko’s case, it is clear that she has stripped herself down to nothing but vengeance. In many ancient cultures, particularly in antiquity, a woman’s identity was intrinsically tied to her role as a mother. When Junko lost her son, she lost not only him but also the identity that had previously defined her. And yet, instead of fading into obscurity or assuming a different role, she reconstructed herself around her grief and her fury, becoming something entirely new, something purely vengeful, purely wrathful.

This is where the connection to Medea feels so strong. One of the reasons Medea is often regarded as a ‘feminist’ work is that she does not meet the expected tragic end for a woman who enacts revenge. She does not get sent to hell, does not beg for forgiveness, she isn't put back in her place by her husband. Instead, she ascends, outwitting Jason and becoming something greater in the process. In much the same way, Junko’s rage does not destroy her. It transforms her. Her purification and ascension into a divine spirit mirror Medea’s ascension. Her wrath does not lead to her downfall, it's the very thing that elevates her. That is such a subversive and powerful way to depict a woman’s quest for revenge.

Sometimes I feel guilty for always drawing Junko suffering, but there is so much depth and untapped potential in her character. Her story is so much more than finding a neat resolution to grief or a moral lesson about the perils of holding a grudge. i love you Junko touhou ❤️❤️❤️

[fear-is-truth]

What is a random headcanons you have of Kai? Like the type of headcanons that would make him seem really human and not like he's constantly a murderer or psychopathic.

KAI ANDERSON // headcanons

a/n: here goes.. but i fear he’s just as fucked up bc i was trying to be realistic ya know

judges people by their handshakes. a weak grip disgusts him, and he’ll never respect someone with gross clammy hands.

watches old footage of leaders like hitler, stalin, or jfk to study their body language, hand movements. kai practices in front of a mirror until it feels natural. every gesture he makes while speaking is rehearsed. the way he waves his hands, points, or clenches his fists is meant to manipulate emotions.

practices subtle gestures (touching someone’s shoulder, making intense eye contact) to make people subconsciously trust him.

enjoys watching true crime documentaries and infodumps about jonestown or heaven’s gate.

remembers oddly specific details about people but weaponises them later in arguments.

thrives on debates, especially when he can dominate someone intellectually. he’ll derail conversations just to win, even if it’s about the dumbest shit like the best way to eat a subway sandwich.

has entire passages of nietzsche and shakespeare memorized, knows random latin phrases and sprinkles them into conversations to seem cultured.

hates losing at anything—he’ll rage quit a game of monopoly if it’s not going his way.

when fixated on something—a person, an idea, or a goal—he becomes consumed by it. spends hours researching or strategising, often at the expense of his health.

has casually invested in bitcoin and other cryptocurrencies. checks his coinbase and binance accounts obsessively. has strong opinions about dogecoin being a joke.

occasionally reads self-help books.

his library consists mostly of power-centric books. his favourites include the prince by machiavelli, the 48 laws of power by robert greene, the art of war by sun tzu, and nietzsche’s thus spoke zarathustra. also delves into russian literature like dostoevsky’s notes from underground and tolstoy’s war and peace.

collects super offensive internet memes in a private folder. posts pepe memes on 4chan ironically but secretly thinks they’re funny.

leaves people on read for hours, just because.

desensitised himself to gore.

loves gta, rdr2 and civilization VI. played cod religiously in his incel days.

follows elon musk on x (formerly known as twitter) and admires him as a disruptor of society. or maybe it’s a tech bro thing idk. retweets his memes but also calls him a sellout for pandering to the masses.

loathes andrew tate for his shallow and illogical takes but agrees with 10% of his misogynistic rhetoric.

posts inflammatory tweets that toe the line between radicalism and satire, carefully wording them to avoid getting banned.

an avid user of letterboxd. some of his reviews are super scathing—but for some reason, they always blow up. he’d open the app to find that his hate review on la la land got 7.2k likes. screenshot compilations circulate on reddit and instagram.

his letterboxd favourites are: american psycho, fight club, the social network and the matrix (all 5 star ratings)—but claims he likes them for their philosophical depth.

his favourite show is mr. robot, saying elliot alderson is “the closest thing to a genius on tv.” he also likes the twilight zone and breaking bad.

obsessed with eminem—he’s been a fan ever since d-12. the marshall mathers lp are his go-to rage anthems. thinks lose yourself is the pinnacle of motivational music.

thinks kanye west is a misunderstood genius and frequently defends him online.

uses dark mode on every device.

apple loyalist. owns a macbook, iphone, and airpods because he appreciates their sleek and minimalistic design. calls android users “peasants.”

never charges his phone until it has like 2% left.

brilliant with tech—can hack into nearly anything. knows how to code in several languages, always staying on top of the latest tech trends and occasionally contributes to dark web forums.

builds custom pcs for fun. dabbles in coding and hacking. knows how to create computer viruses.

used to spend wayyy too much time on forums like 4chan, r/RedPill, r/foreveralone and r/incels, though he’s mostly active on subreddits like r/iamverybadass, and r/unpopularopinion. also lurks r/atheism just to mock people with religion.

frequently visits r/AmITheAsshole to judge people, always siding with the “bad guy.” bro has the potential to be a criminal defense lawyer that the DA despises.

lowkey obsessed with angelina jolie, specifically from her tomb raider days. probably has a pinup poster stashed somewhere in his room.

uses arctic fox’s poseidon blue hair dye.

firmly believes in the efficiency of 3-in-1 body wash, shampoo, and conditioner.

wears dior sauvage because it’s “masculine but sophisticated.” probably bought it after seeing johnny depp in an ad.

when he’s in a mood, kai loves sneaking up on people to startle them. he’s perfected the art of standing silently in doorways until someone notices.

prefers dogs because they’re trainable, loyal, and trusting on their owner. in other words they are easy to manipulate and control.

constantly rolls his shoulders and cracks his neck. it’s both a habit and a way to intimidate people.

his lust for power stems from feeling powerless in his youth, particularly after witnessing his father’s abuse to his mother and the lack of control he had over the situation.

struggles to process complex emotions like guilt, shame, or empathy. often suppresses them or redirects them into rage.

swings between grandiosity (believing he’s destined for greatness) and crippling self-doubt (thinking he’s fundamentally unlovable)

finds it almost impossible to open up emotionally unless it’s to manipulate someone.

criticism, even minor, eats away at him. he’ll stew over it for days, replaying it in his head while devising ways to “prove them wrong.”

gets uneasy if someone expresses affection without clear reason—suspects ulterior motives.

goes online to stalk whoever winter’s dating at the time. sends cryptic, vaguely threatening texts from a burner number or straight up dox them. half of it is for shits and giggles, the other half is rooted in jealousy.

he’s attracted to girls who are intelligent and opinionated. independent but emotionally vulnerable, so he can swoop in and “save” them (he has a saviour complex). loyalty is non-negotiable, and she has to make him feel like her top priority.

anyone resembling winter is immediately his type, but he’d never admit it.

freakishly good at darts and chess.

knows how to pick locks and also, how to build a perfect pipe bomb.

his clown mask is inspired by satan in dante’s divine comedy (based on this convo with @porcelainlipgloss)

alternates between ice-cold showers and scalding hot ones depending on his mood.

drums his fingers or shakes his leg while sitting. can spin a pen around his fingers like a pro. learned it during boring college lectures and now does it absentmindedly.

can’t stand slow walkers, or when someone scrapes a fork on their teeth. his reactions to these are disproportionate and borderline hostile.

prone to road rage.

has read elliot rodger’s manifesto once, mostly out of curiosity and boredom, but ended up getting weirdly immersed in it. he disagreed with the bravado and entitlement, though—he finds it pathetic and would mock it, but still, he couldn’t put it down. deep down, he understands the mindset too well, which makes him uncomfortable.

selectively polite. says “please” and “thank you” when it benefits him but will completely ignore social etiquette in other situations, like cutting lines or taking the last slice of pizza.

his workout playlist consists of nine inch nails, rammstein. aggressive rap like eminem (“till i collapse” is a staple) and dmx. sometimes mixes in orchestral movie scores (the dark knight rises soundtrack pumps him up)

brushes his teeth aggressively, so his toothbrushes always wear out quickly.

loves gas station beef jerky and bags of plain popcorn with way too much salt.

doesn’t drink often, claiming alcohol dulls the mind. but when he does, it’s always something hardcore like everclear or absinthe. has a surprisingly high alcohol tolerance.

can literally live off black coffee or monster zero ultra (white can). claims he doesn’t need caffeine, but drinks it constantly because he “likes the bitterness.”

his handwriting is pretty neat, but only when he’s focused—otherwise, it’s chicken scratch.

loves the smell of gasoline and sharpies.

can’t sit his ass down during phone conversations—kai paces back and forth like a caged animal.

rarely gets more than four hours of sleep.

and when he does sleep, he sleeps on his stomach with one arm dangling off the bed.

sleep talks under extreme stress.

secretly likes it when someone takes care of him. whether it’s bandaging a cut or insisting he eats when he’s been working too hard, he fucking melts. he’ll complain about being babied, but it’s a front.

[lonelyprincess666]

Welcome✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Hi💕! How u doing? This is my personal blog were I talk about my struggles and (as u see in my description) daddy issues and loneliness. I only want to write my thoughts and use this blog as journal. Hope u like what u read. This is a safe space and I only want this to go for the best💕 thanks for reading this. Read the sentences in pink pls!

To all people who think I'm ghosting them or k don't reply. Unfortunately I don't have service in my phone and when I go to school I can't reply to my DMs and then when I get home I try to respond to most of them. I'm sorry if I didn't reply to u but I do my best...

Also. I don't spend all my day on this app. I also have my things to do and my personal life. I'm not a chat robot always there on ur phone... Some people just forget this somehow.

About me✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

I'm a 18 year old girl.

I'm curvy/chubby (my tummy isn't flat)

I'm 5.4 ft.

I'm bisex.

I'm a virgin.

I discovered that I'm autistic like 1 month ago... Yeah. (Edited)

What I like✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

I'm an artist that has draw for her entire life. Art is a really important part of my life and what helped me going through lots of terrible stuff that made me suffer.

I'm a metalhead. I love the rage that starts in my head when black metal starts playing in my headphones.

I sleep a lot.

I'm a library rat. I read everything that is about love stories, smuts and life stories.

Little edit:

This page is free judgement and it's safe for everyone. I'm really open minded. 💕

I tend to gosth or disappear for sometime, but it's because I get easily tired and I sleep a lot. I'm sorry in advance! 💕

I'm bisex, so girls hmu! I don't bite. I'm a good girl 💕

If u want to get in touch with to become friends feel free to do that. I'm pretty lonely... 💕

If u want to DM me feel free to do that. But just keep in mind that I don't send nudes and I don't want any weird request. 💕

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[roxannefrostfox]

I was working on the “Nasty Dog” meme animation for Ruin for my fanfic animation “How to fix what’s broken.” And… I worked many hours on one of the layers (granted I don’t animate really ever) and I accidentally deleted it because I thought it was only on one frame… It’s now gone forever on EVERY FRAME. I tried to look up how to get it back and f###### FLIP A CLIP doesn’t have the OPTION to GET IT BACK!!!! THAT FUNCTIONALITY SHOULD EXIST!!!!

Anyway… out of sheer rage and pure dead inside frustration I deleted the app and vowed to never do animation again. I will now commission artists if I ever want it done…. I will stick to drawings and comics for this content.

I’m lucky I was able to take photos of Ruin before I accidentally deleted the f###### thing.

Sorry for being upset. Have a nice day 😀

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Side note: For the next moth, I will try to finish the drawing projects I’ve started. I was in a bad mental state, so I didn’t finish them. I will try doing some Sinbad art as well because I want to. How many times have I watched that movie this month? Answer: YES.