#I guess kind of

[etchif]

Adreamimus, the heron mimic

[ephemeral-gremlin]

scien brofiise, shuuen no virche

[twslug]

the cooldown room has been replaced by a cooldown car

[oltammefru]

Post This Theresa.

[filthytheodeckerkinnie]

for. for no reason. i think i will be relistening to binary. this is totally fine. not at all thinking about the implications of being stuck in a computer reaching out to someone through the horrors.

[monzterbatz]

sigh.... i just recently got into dsaf. god damnit i love these fruity ass men

also happy new year 2024 :3

[foxboypaws]

i 4got to post this have a @squeakybuny getting art-ified by Sio

[sunkillerlovechild]

my friend and i have decided that Karel Čapek is canon to the Arcane universe

i just thought of Viktor reading R.U.R. and how that would influence his choices in canon, but we came to the conclusion that he had it in required reading, only read the summary and truly didnt learn anything

or alternatively he read it, which at some point leads him to just stop himself and think 'well maybe we shouldnt combine technology with the arcane, that sounds like a bad idea, it will take over the world and kill everyone' and then he and Jayce think of a better way to better the world

[beano5]

I can't take it... Anymorr 😓😓😓😭😭

Stuff I have drawn 3938489393 years ago but never posted. The first image is of my oc she is chronically online and is hashtag autism. Okyy baiii

[unoisveimved-un-proffesional]

On the inside I'm really a massive negative nancy who just notices everything wrong with everything, but I try not to say anything about it because that's rude you know? People don't need to here about every little thing that's wrong. So it happens that I look a lot more cheerful than I really am because I try and only talk about and express things that are good, which gives off the false impression I'm a super chipper person because I'm choosing not to be angry or depressed. I think it comes with an unsuppressed perception. Like how our brains inhibit our ability to properly feel our insides because our intestines are always breakdancing, keeping us from feeling a forever stomach ache. Some part of my brain that's supposed to filter things is broken so everything pours in, making me really such a bitchy asshole who's seen every little wrong thing and angle about me and everything else and thought of a thousand of the worst things to say and do about it before choosing to be nice because I know that's just the right thing to do most of the time, and a lot of the little things I notice that tick me off don't matter. I guess that might make me a good person by some definition. It's also made me a little callous though, the constant feed.

[apocalyps-o]

this sunny sunday afternoon feels like a cup of tea with friends, a brief moment of calm and respite in the midst of an hectic string of days. i did hard, tiring things this morning and i will do stressful things this evening, but for now i can bask in the sun, with just a touch of melancholy to balance this calm and quiet kind of happiness. i am so tired, but the warmth of the sun feels like a caress from my mum; i guess it will work out eventually. i love her and i miss her, but it's impossible not to feel her love in these tiny fragments of bliss.

[unpeeled-human]

special defense

does this count as anything ???is this art

[visenyaism]

“girl dinner” “girl math” “i’m just a girl” okay but I am an adult I am six feet tall I am loud as fuck I take up space I am smart and capable. So are you. Why would we want to laugh at jokes where the punchline is that women aren’t? Why would we want to make jokes about being small and childish and incapable? Who do you think laughs at those jokes the loudest?

[straightlightyagami]

u ever see someone with extremely fucked up views (or actions) and think wowww if a couple of things in my life went the tiniest bit differently that would have been me

[aluminumneedles]

I'm knitting in the corner at a party

and guys my age stop by to tell me I remind them of their aunt, of their grandmother. This is a compliment and I take it as such. They confess to having tried crochet once, and I smile. They get back in line for the bathroom.

I'm knitting in the corner at a party and a queer woman sits on the floor next to me, arranges her skirt, and smiles up at me. (I try not to blush.) She asks me all the questions on her mind about my craft and I answer them, hands still moving. We swap yarn sources. She doesn't stay, but she knows where to find me.

I'm knitting in the corner at a party and everyone knows where to find me when they need a minute, when socializing is too much and the music is too loud and they need to catch their breath. They pretend to be checking in on me, which is sweet, but I can see the relief in their eyes the moment they stop performing for a house full of people. They sit down and tell me things and all the while they never take their eyes off my hands.

The party has wound down and I'm still knitting and the hosts, two guys in their twenties, thank me for "helping to curate the vibe." I had no idea that's what I was doing. I leave the party having forgotten to drink anything and without that woman's number but with many rows added to my top-down raglan sweater. I call it a night, and a good one.