#and i need to practice patience w myself

[byanyan]

answered some things, replied to a few messages, and now i have new scratches added to the collection on my hands after trying to feed a rat meds she doesn't want....... i think i'm gonna slink off into a game for the night.

accomplished some things!! that's the important part!!!! tomorrow we will see about some ic stuff , brain willing, now that some of the ooc stuff is done :'>

[heynhay]

How draw like you T^T

Do you have any advice for learning to draw better? Like, resources or practices or anything?

Time. and referencing. No way around it but to put in the hours.

[fuxuannie]

❥﹒ken sato x gender neutral reader

✦. synopsis — romantic headcanons about our favourite baseball player!

✦. love mail — i finished the movie and i loved his character development, simply the sweetest thing <3

✦. tags — SPOILERS, fluff, dadgirl kenji, kenji sato x reader, i have not written in several months, i wrote this w my brain off ( ´͈ ᗨ `͈ ) aka i was just SPITTING whatever brain rot came to mind

I imagine Kenji to be the clingy, but doesn’t want to be type. He loves you, so much, so dearly. But affection isn’t his strong suit, especially not after what happened with his family. He shut out emotions for years, at least towards others. So this feeling of love, a nostalgic one, tends to clash with the walls he’s put up. He’ll hold you in his arms, burying his face in your shoulder, only for hours later to cringe at himself. He’s talked to you about it a thousand times, and he’s listened to you reassure him twice as many. He adores your patience with him, it's something he’s never really had.. especially with so much pressure on his shoulders.

Explaining his identity was surely no easy feat, you thought dating the most iconic and popular baseball players was the hardest thing? Imagine dating Ultraman, who came home to you every other week with some new injury. You always wondered why the reason was so simple for such a complicated wound, “I spilled boiling water on myself,” He explains with burn marks that are far more severe than expected. “I fell down the stairs”, he’ll say after landing in the hospital.. It didn’t make sense. And now that it does and you know the true reasons, your concern is far worse. Though he doesn’t mind the extra attention you give. ;)

Meeting his dad for the first time was.. nerve-wracking. You know how Kenji talks about him, and you weren’t sure what kind of impression you’ll make. But here you were, sitting on a couch and fiddling with your thumbs until you hear a doorbell. Before Kenji could even stand, you rushed to your feet and practically sprinted for the door, only to open it slowly and gently to reveal the kind old man standing outside. “Hello.” Cut to maybe an hour later, you’re laughing at old pictures of Kenji as he sits next to you and an arm wrapped around your shoulder. The two had a long path of forgiveness and understanding ahead, but Kenji appreciated that you brought him and his father together.

Thought the dad was scary? Imagine his daughter. As expected, the moment you walk into the room - distress. Emi’s starting to cry, an unfamiliar presence is in the room and it scares her. You’ve done a few babysitting jobs here and there, and she was really just like a child. Kenji apologized for her outburst and transforms to calm her down, opening the lid and picking her up under her arms. “No no, don’t cry.” His voice soothes her, and almost immediately - she’s okay again. It’ll take a few minutes, it really isn’t long until she trusts too you. Kenji found it adorable, how you played with her so casually.. many would be terrified, and rightfully so - but to him? It just displays your kind heart. My God did he love you.

Remember first headcanon? Right, to add to that, he’s not very good at vulnerability either. He’ll love to comfort you when you cry, or hold you when you need him. But if the roles were reversed? Absolutely not. He’s uncomfortable and you can see it, one look into his eyes and it’s like looking through glass.. he hates being open about his true feelings. Even if it’s with you.. the walls he’s built for 20 years aren’t easy to break, you know? But if you’re patient, and you take your time and say the right words – he’ll crack. And like a dam breaking, the water flows in an uncontrollable wave of sadness. He’ll sob, he’ll break, and he’ll need you more than anything. He doesn’t know how to feel about breaking down, but the way you hold him in your arms and whisper sweet nothings to comfort him, he could get used to it.

But on a lighthearted note, he loves dates! Most have to be in his home, because Emi can be clingy (got it from his dad), but you don’t mind. It’s sweet, he’ll have you play baseball with her or all you do is cuddle ontop of her, it’s the cutest little thing. But other times, when you go out– it’s just the two of you. And upon special request from Kenji for Mina to babysit her while you're there, you two get alone time. and it’s everything to him. The smallest affection has his heart racing like a teenage boy again, wrapping your arm around his, holding his hand, kissing him? Goodness, you’ve got him wrapped around your finger and you don’t even know it. You and Emi are his world, and he’ll do everything to protect it. Other days, you, him, and and his father go out to the home in the woods for some personal time. You get to talk about his childhood with him and you talk about yours. There’s such a tender and unforgettable atmosphere when you’re with them. And you truly feel like you belong.

Overotectiveness, he was full of it. He’s lost so much, and all he wanted was for you to not go either. Nothing, nothing could stop his rage at the idea of you being hurt. You, Emi, anyone else important to him. He’ll take on the world for his family, and by the will of his parents he has. The pain he’s endured, the scars you scold him for so much are for you. If one threat escapes the city, that’s one likely chance he loses you. So he does everything he can to handle it. You’ve never gotten hurt, but the idea of it is enough for him to strive to be stronger.

While recovering from the explosion, you never left his side. It pained you to see him so still, lack of life. He’d usually be pacing back and forth in the room, rambling about something, and when you’d call him a nerd or dork, he'd run to you and playfully attack you with kisses. His arms around you tightly as you two would laugh your worries away, you didn’t have that privilege. You’d either laugh alone or not at all, the pain all too much. When he wakes up, best believe you’re there, and you just cry at the sight of his arms opening. You know his body is far too unstable for a hug, so you squeeze his hand. How grateful you are to feel him squeeze back.

With Mina and Emi gone, the house feels a little more lonely.. but Kenji’s adjusting. Especially because you moved in! He’s able to spend more time with you in bed since he didn’t have to tend to Emi, which was a nice plus. He woke up earlier than you (force of habit.) and he’d just.. stare. Maybe it was a little creepy, but seeing you sound asleep in his arms gave him such joy. He loved the little domestic moments he shared with you, it had him appreciating all the smaller things in life. Like sharing a meal with you, or watching movies together. You made him love the simpler aspects of living.

[k0yaz]

HiIII i saw your wlw post and :3 :3c can I request Arlecchino with a quiet and stoic lover,, well usually stoic, but she opens up more to Arlecchino and the kids! However she gets really shy and embarrassed when expressing positive emotions or gives gifts, which is ironic bc shes also very affectionate towards her. Ik this might sound bland but giving you lots of freedom with this /w\ gl with your beidou fic!! (Love her smmm)

sweetheart.

Pairing(s): arlecchino x fem!reader

CW: sfw, female reader, established marriage, arlecchino is referred to as your husband, soft arle yayayay, reader is slightly insecure, mentions of judgy ass bitches, another proposal woah, mention of arlecchino’s real name, pure fluffy, omg lesbians wowowoow

A/N: MAAM ARE YOU AN ANGEL FOR SENDING ME THIS REQUEST. Also I know this req sounds like head canons but I couldn’t help myself I wanted to write a one shot

Blissful silence enveloped the living room space in such a way that it brought you a sort of comfort, sitting on the couch beside your beloved husband with no sound harbored between you two. You always bore a hint of stoicism in your nature, especially in your mannerisms. Expressing yourself specifically had always been a struggle for you. Many people tended to believe that you just didn’t care, or that you were coldly unfeeling.

Such presumptive pointers often circled your thoughts constantly, which you clearly had a strong distaste for. However, she had never assumed. Nor had she pushed you away for your reserved nature. Arlecchino had never let you go no matter what, that was for sure.

Arlecchino glanced up at you from her cup of tea, which barely brushed against her bottom lip as her x-marked dark eyes practically pierced into you. You simply stared back, unsure of what to say to her, before looking back down at the book in your hands at the scribbled words on the pages.

The soft clank of glass gently grazing against wood was heard once Arlecchino set her teacup down on the table. Your expression didn’t falter or bother to look up as your eyes continued gliding over the pages, completely absorbed.

Your husband never fell short when it came to showing you affection either. She would always deliver you tender kisses, combined with sweet praises whispered in your ear whenever you needed it, making your heart flutter at every little action. Her patience towards you, along with the way she blatantly showed how much cares about you, ignited a sort of small flame within you. You began to attempt to show at least a bit of emotion toward her. Hints of affection.

Simply put, you felt safe around Arlecchino. Safe enough to open up to her. Safe enough to allow those pure, warm feelings to slip through the cracks of your closed off shell in front of her. You weren’t used to expressing such emotions, resulting in yourself getting all bashful and embarrassed whenever you felt that smile curve the corners of your lips.

You almost jumped upon hearing Arlecchino abruptly call your name, now stood up and halfway across the living room. Closing your book, you gently placed it on the table and looked over at her, wondering what she called you for.

“(Name).”

“Yes, Arle?” You hummed, examining how her gaze practically traced every move you made intently. Steam from her freshly filled teacup fogged the atmosphere slightly, before disappearing as she gave a light huff to the cup carefully held by the handle between her fingers. She looked back up at you with a rather fond look in her usually cold and unfeeling eyes, taking a moment to gather her thoughts.

You cleared your throat, wanting to break the palpable tension in the air. “How are the children doing?” You began, still staring at Arlecchino’s focused expression with her teacup still in hand. “Fine. They’re currently out on a mission together, but nothing too serious nor life threatening.” She replied. After what felt like forever, Arlecchino finally set her teacup down and spoke up, seemingly able to articulate her thoughts properly.

“I was thinking that…perhaps the ring I bought you was somewhat unsatisfactory. Especially for something such as important as marriage.” She insisted, clearly wanting to keep her serious expression. Yet the faint softness present in her eyes clearly told you otherwise. Her hand lowered to her hip, to slip inside her pocket and pull out a small ring box. As she extended her palm holding up the ring box slightly toward you, you felt your heart pounding out of your chest and ringing within your own ears upon seeing her crack the box open.

Your eyes scanned over the stone on the burnished silver of the ring—it was nothing you’d seen before. A gleaming ruby with fades of black around the corners, posing a striking resemblance to Arlecchino’s eyes. A soft hue of red tints your face upon seeing the ring. Your eyes widened as you suddenly felt all warm inside and grew quiet, slightly feeling bad that you couldn’t exactly show your appreciation for the gift that made you feel all loved and fuzzy inside.

Arlecchino however, knew you all too well. The silence hanging in the was nothing but your silent appreciation for her. She proceeded to remove the ring from the cushioning of the box and reached out her free hand, prompting you to place your hand in hers. Immediately understanding her subtle gesture, you placed your hand in hers in a fluid motion.

Her nails lightly brushed along your knuckles as she wrapped her fingers around your hand, her grip gentle, yet firm. She slowly reached over to pull off the old ring on your finger and placing it in the box for convenience, before sliding the newly bought ring onto your ring finger toward the end.

It fit perfectly.

A warm, genuine smile made its way across your lips, your cheeks still flushed as well. Despite your initially bashful reaction, you finally locked your eyes with hers. A tender expression present in her eyes. You allowed your eyes to bore into hers for a few moments, staring at your husband with a loving gaze.

You began to take a few hesitant steps toward her, reaching your arms up bit by bit. Not even a few moments later, you practically threw yourself into her arms while wrapping your own around her neck in an embrace filled with adoration. Arlecchino simply exhaled a soft hum as she reciprocated your embrace. Her chin rested on your shoulder contently, her eyelids lowering in a more relaxed state.

Heat crept back up to your face upon feeling her plant a quick kiss on your forehead protectively, the affection just causing your smile to stretch a bit further near your cheeks.

“(Name). My beloved wife. My sweetheart. Just know I only want the best for you, and you only.” Arlecchino murmured in a quiet voice, as if she only wanted the two of you to hear the exchange of such sweet and sentimental words. She loved every part of you. Your stoic nature being nothing short of you caring for her. The way you reserved your affection and love for her, and her only. The way you warm up to the children as well. How you got all flustered and bashful upon experiencing any positive emotions, or when you handed her gifts with a loose grip and head turned away. She loved everything.

“Peruere?”

Arlecchino immediately fixated her attention onto your lips, caressing your cheek with her palm resting along your skin, and thumb grazing your cheek lightly. Her heart fluttered upon hearing you utter her real name. The way the name she buried behind fell from your lips like a sacred word that allowed her to lower her guard around you.

“Yes?”

“I love you.”

A/N: I told yall if I like the request I get a lil too into it and cook up something ik I went overboard but idc

[blueicequeen19]

Red Flag

Warnings: unprotected forbidden sex with Rafe, oral, choking

My back hits the bed and I momentarily try to remember how we got here. Again. I’m stripped bare and he’s still fully clothed as he comes down on top of me. His lips claim mine in a searing kiss that has me clinging to him like a lifeline, desire flooding my veins. I know I’m drenched between my thighs and he hasn’t even ventured down there yet. That’s just the effect he has on me.

“You drive me insane.” He pants against my lips, securing my wrists with one of his large hands while he begins his worship over my flushed skin. His lips, tongue, and teeth find my neck, my throat, my chest, between my breasts but never my nipples. I arch into him and he chuckles darkly, looking up to flash me that wicked smile of his.

“Patience.” I don’t tell him I don’t have any patience left because the fear of getting caught with him again is strumming through my veins. Especially after everything that’s happened. My brother would never forgive me.

My mind is zapped back to the present when his skilled mouth finally closes around my hardened nipple and I fight the hold he has on my wrists, squirming beneath him.

“T-this is wrong.” I rasp, his dark blue eyes snapping up to find mine even with my flesh in his mouth. “We shouldn’t do this.” My words end on a mewl when his free hand dips between my legs to cup me.

“But it feels so good when we do.” I forget all the reasons why we shouldn’t when his skilled fingers circle my clit, driving me delirious with need. He doesn’t dip inside and I know he’s doing it on purpose, making me chase the high instead of answers.

“Always so goddamn wet for me. You were made for me.” My insides heat with his words as he releases my wrists to move down my body, leaving kisses and marks as he goes. His large shoulders take up the space between my knees as he gets settled. I open my mouth for another protest when he gives me a warning shake of his head before leaning down to lick from my opening to my clit without breaking eye contact.

“Rafe..” I sob, my back arching off his bed.

“That’s right, baby, say my name.” Another expert stroke of his tongue. “Who’s eating this sweet pussy?” He applies suction and I swear I see stars.

I don’t realize he’s waiting for a response until he stops and I’m struggling to catch my breath.

“Answer me. Who owns you and this cunt?”

“You do.” I breathe, sucking in a breath as he quickly devours my soul through my pussy. Why was he so good at that? Who was he practicing on before me?

“Fuck, you taste good. This is all mine.” Rafe yanks me closer with a firm grip on my hips, my legs now over his shoulders. My thighs start to tremble as he rotates between sucking on my clit and plunging his tongue inside me.

Why did he have to say such things? Things made me crave him even more. He knows we can’t be together. Even if he hadn’t got my brother arrested.

“Rafe!” I cry, my body threatening to explode as I fist his hair but he’s quicker, withdrawing his mouth and crawling back up my body to fuse our mouths together. I taste myself on his tongue as I shamelessly grind on the erection in his pants. Nothing else seems to matter but the climax I’m chasing.

“I love it when you use me for your pleasure. You’d get off just like this, wouldn’t you? You don’t even need my cock.”

“No, please, I need it. Rafe, please.” I fist his shirt, feeling him smirk against my lips as he grabs a handful of my ass.

“I love it when you beg.” His voice is lower now, laced with desire and promise to give me what I need. I feel his hands freeing his cock from his pants, then the smooth, velvety length of him is pressing against my thigh, smearing his precum on my skin. I don’t bother to ask about a condom. I know he doesn’t wear them.

“Put me inside you, pretty girl. Take what you need.” His lips are on mine again as I reach between us to wrap my hand around his thick girth. I stoke him a few times but I’m too desperate to torture him the way he has me. I guide him where I’m aching to be filled and he groans when he meets my wet heat.

“Oh, baby, I think I’m in love with you and this pussy.” Rafe moans loudly as he finally sinks inside me, the wind knocked from my lungs as he reaches too deep and I almost miss what he said.

“Wait, what?” I wheeze, my nails biting into his biceps as he starts to move. God, why did he have to feel so good?

“I said I think I’m in love with you.” Rafe rasps in that deep, sex filled voice of his. My legs widen on their own, needing him as close as possible as he starts to pound into me, his balls slapping against me.

“You can’t.. this is not..” I’m trying to clear the fog he’s put me in but I can’t. It was one thing to write this off as sex but how could I play it off when he was declaring love? JJ was going to disown me then kill me.

“I can’t what? I can’t help how I feel about you. I know you feel it too. Well.. you feel something right now. It could be love.” He flashes me that cocky grin just as he angles his hips to reach deeper.

“No.. this isn’t..” I push at his chest but he quickly scoops my legs over his arms, driving into me harder and faster. My eye lids flutter as heat spreads between my legs.

“Cum for me. I know you need it.” His fingers find my clit and I go off like a bomb, his lips silencing my cries as to not disturb his family downstairs. I’m shaking as I come down, the fog starting to clear but not enough. I’m suddenly flipped onto my stomach and he drapes himself over my back, discarding his clothes as he enters me from behind. I moan loudly into the pillow, his lips on my neck as he fucks me into the mattress. I grab the headboard and he wraps his fingers around my throat.

“Your brother is the only reason you’re fighting me.” Rafe growls in my ear, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing in the room. I was so wet I could feel myself dripping between my thighs.

“You’re a w-walking red flag.” I gasp, turning my head when he tries to kiss me. He chuckles, turning my mouth back towards his as he slams into me harder.

“Good thing red is your favorite color.”

[librarycards]

do you mask (autistic) and what are your thoughts on it in work or school?

ok thanks for your patience on this! i guess there are two parts to this answer: 1) do i put concerted effort into suppressing behavior interpellable as 'autistic' and 2) does it actually manifest/make a difference/change how i'm viewed

and to preface this, i'm open about being autistic. it's part of who i am. my colleagues and advisors know. drawing on autistic intellectual traditions is also a key part of my work as a scholar, so like...obviously i also need to situate myself w/in that.

back to questions 1 and 2:

sometimes i put in effort to suppress, modulate, or conceal potentially inconvenient parts of my personality/orientation to the world. some are associable with autism - for example discussing my work in brief and resisting the urge to infodump; practicing cognitive empathy whereas my affective empathy is uh...not good lol; trying (and often failing) to resist the urge to ask a ton of follow-up, step-by-step questions when i hear a neurotypical's inadequate explanation or direction. so, yes. this is masking.

BUT...i am not convinced that this effort is particularly, um, effective? i've been masking piecemeal since before i knew the term, but it has never really stopped me from coming across as autistic - or, at the very least, pathologically neurotic - to people who spend any length of time with me.

THEREFORE: i think it is perhaps most accurate to say that my genre of masking is more of a...like...acrobatic situation? i finesse my autism - or, traits attributable to the category of 'autisticness' - to the areas i excel in, both socially and academically. this doesn't mean i stop being weird, but, as many before me, i found my weird kin and figured out how to wield my traits in a way that's generative and fulfilling.

also, as a final note, i think masking is a lot like stimming in the sense that it is falsely exclusively associated with autism, when it's something every person does. masking/stimming are simply most pathologized when attached to an autism diagnosis. neurotypicals stim. neurotypicals mask. this is how we get the "phone voice" phenomenon, for example.

i think it's worth critiquing the siloing of certain semi-pathological traits to this imagined discrete category of Authentic Autistic Person but rather understand autism as simply another part of a diverse set of human experiences which include many forms of social/sensory adaptation.

[theobsidianempress]

Being Neurodivergent in JJK

 OK let me explain a few things first I have ADHD officially diagnosed back in October. I have always wondered how my favorite characters would react to neurodivergent people in terms of like dating them.

Like in JJK I have three that I feel with probably do pretty well with the neurodivergent partner.

First on the list is Nanami Kento-

I feel like Nanami would probably deal with a neurodivergent partner with grace and patience, and actually become a safe space for you to unmask and be who you genuinely are. He would probably very likely be confused and concerned at some point in the process but then just learn that’s your neurodivergence and that’s just who they are.

Imagine this right-

You’re home alone, right? You’re bored and you have to read a book but you don’t want to read a book in silence and you don’t feel like going to find your headphones to listen to an audiobook. You decide to narrate a book to yourself. You decide to go way back to when you were a kid when your mom would read to you and she would do the voices and funny actions. Honestly, you don’t even realize you’re doing funny actions you’re just reading a book. you are so into this book you don’t hear Kento home.

He stands there by the front door. He’s hung up his jacket, taking off his shoes and he slowly walking towards you. Again- You are so into this book and this narration you got going on you don’t notice a fucking thing. So, finally you finish the chapter. You decide, “I’m done reading for the day.” You close the book put it down on the coffee table. Turn your head and you see him standing there with an amused smile on his face. You are also terrified. This man just saw you reading a book to yourself as if you were a toddler. Doing voices actions the whole 9 yards.

You stare at him as if he caught you stealing. (I mean you did steal his heart but that’s neither here nor there)

“That was the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen.” He finally says.

Some how that DID NOT quell your embarrassment. It just made it worse. You are redder than red and hide your face behind a sofa pillow.

“Don’t say that!” You practically squeal into the pillow.

He comes over and sits next to you gently taking the pillow away. Your embarrassment has now morphed into shame.

“Oh sweetie, wipe that look off your face. There’s nothing to be ashamed of.” God he was so sweet to you.

“You just walked in on me reading to myself like a toddler. I mean I could see if I was babysitting a kid…” You turn your head further away.

Kento takes off his sunglasses and sets them on the coffee table next to your book.

“Sweetie, if reading like that makes it more fun for you - then do it.”

Your brows snapped together and you slowly raise your head to look at him. Not once has anyone told you that kind of behavior is okay. All of your exes called you ‘childish’, ‘weird’ and ‘fucking crazy’. They constantly made fun of you for reading aloud to the point you stopped. But this man… this man right here, sitting next to you just affirmed and validated you. Something no one has done until now.

You stared at him blinking back tears.

“If you want an audience, I’ll be your audience. You can read like that to me any day.” He picked up the book from the table, “Though I am going to need a recap.” He takes a large hand wipes away your budding tears.

“What did I do to deserve you?” You ask nuzzling his hand.

Second is Toji -

So Toji could go one of two ways - he’s either completely OK with it or he isn’t.

It’s like this right- you forget he’s home. He’s just hanging out in another room playing video games or something. So forgetting he’s home you just start being weird. Singing random songs reciting random movie quotes. Dancing as if you have no rhythm. Just whatever your little neurodivergent brain wants at the moment. And then you turn around to see him staring at you very fucking confused.

“What the fuck was that just now?” He says confused and slightly amused.

“When the fuck did you get here?” You ask just as confused and slightly terrified that you’ve scared him off.

“I haven’t left. I’ve been playing video games.” He replies.

Now this is where it can go one of two ways:

1) “I see…” you nod your head, “Well now I’m gonna have to kill you because I can’t have you telling people about what you just saw. You know too much.” You say this with a serious look.

Toji stands there for a split second then just laughs, “Yeah, okay. I’d love to see you try, doll.” He strides over and gives ya a lil kiss.

You make a happy squeak before going back to whatever it was that you were doing.

“Sides, I don’t go around tellin people my business anyway. So, your weirdo secret is safe with me.”

2) “Nope.” He puts his hands up like he’s being held up, “I learned my lesson on stickin’ my dick in crazy. Nope.”

And he nopes out of the relationship faster than he came into it.

Gotta save the strongest for last Gojo Satoru-

I don’t care what the fuck anyone tells me you cannot tell me he does not have some form of ADHD. I don’t care what you say. This relationship would be so chaotic and so funny. Because I feel like he would also quote random movies and TV shows and you just join in and then if and when Yuji is around, he would also do the same thing and vice versa.

Imagine this right-

Y’all are at home making dinner together for the kids. They’re watching a movie upstairs so they hear none of this start.

You’re chopping carrots and they remind you of little legs…

“Run, run, run as fast as you can! You can’t catch me; I’m the gingerbread man!” You say mockingly as you continue to chop the carrots.

On cue, Satoru turns to you with dramatic flair, “You’re a monster!”

It just devolves from there. You two finally get to the part of the scene where Gingy goes, “Do you know the muffin man?”

“The muffin man!?” You ask dramatically.

But before Satoru can say the line the two of you hear from the hall way, “THE MUFFIN MAN!” In the shrillest voice.

It was Yuji who came down to see how dinner was going.

The three of you just stare at each other for a second before bursting out in laughter. It takes like a good three minutes to recover and get back to making dinner but god was that funny.

Honestly,I wasn’t really expecting this to be my first real post but I just found it really funny I mean feel free to comment, re-blog and add whatever. Or hey tell me that my head cannon is stupid and none of this would actually fucking happen. Either way I just thought this was funny and needed to put it somewhere.

Also, please note I am sleep deprived. I got zero sleep last night. It’s also that time of the month for me ladies so with all of that being said, thank you so much for reading this if you read it. if you didn’t - have a good day.

Remember- you are loved, worthy, and valid.

[idontmindifuforgetme]

hi this may sound silly but re: your post about loving to study, and mentioning someone treating it like a game, how do you get into that mindset? like as in how do you start to really enjoy it? don't get me wrong i love learning, but the more monotonous parts of studying specifically make it harder to do. any tips?

not silly at all! to me studying is literally a sport just like any other. it takes time and patience and practice to build stamina for it. i set timers and try to cram as much as i possibly can (one of my favorite apps for this is forest), literally all my bedroom walls are tacked top to bottom with sticky notes pertaining to study concepts and questions and reminders, i make myself quizzes, i reward myself w things based on how much i study (if i get x amount done, i will allow myself to do y), i crunch flash cards on the treadmill, i play jazz instrumentals on sunny winter mornings while i study, i dress up and put on my favorite perfume and lip gloss and pretend i'm one of my favorite studious characters going through my notes, sometimes i will pace around w my textbook in hand if i get restless, i switch my environments a lot (you will literally catch me studying at a beach if it means i'm focused there and getting things done), i make sure my workspace is pretty and organized and inviting, i make cute study moodboards and have a lot of motivational quotes on hand, i interleave subjects so that i don't get bored studying something for long blocks of time, i have a list of what my goals are and will sometimes have them on my desk so that whenever i'm demotivated i remind myself why this matters to me to begin w, i follow discipline over motivation (having a study routine is so vital!!!! i live by my calendar), and last but not least i have a huge appreciation for what i'm studying and try not to fall into the trap of "this is boring." instead i actually try to engage critically w the material and give it the love it deserves.

also!!! challenge has always attracted me--if i don't understand a topic well i gravitate towards it more, bc it genuinely bothers me not to be able to do something proficiently (very likely my mom's neurotic influence). that disposition goes hand in hand w the skill set needed for effective studying.

[victorluvsalice]

WIP Word Game

I was tagged in this by @dont-offend-the-bees in this post -- thanks for thinking of me, Newt!

Rules: You will be given a word. Share one sentence/excerpt from your WIP(s) that start with each letter of that word. Word assigned by Newt: BITES

Because I'm a rebel, I'm going to do a bit from both my current WIP "Londerland Bloodlines: Downtown Queensland" and my just-finished-posting-today Valicer In The Dark story "Start At The Beginning...Sort Of" --

B

LB:DQ -- Briefcase Guy nodded, trembling. “What – what if their case is full of newspaper?” he got out after a second.

“Then at least we get to watch your illiterate ass try to read it later for laughs,” the leader spat, giving him a shove. “I know they got the goods. Just don’t ass it up, or they’re gonna kill the lot of us. Now get ready, it’s going down soon.”

SATBSO -- “By practicing my v-vows down the wrong alley,” Victor replied, worrying his bottom lip. “I – oh dear…” He grabbed his spoon and had a couple of fortifying sips of soup. “It’s like this – I’m due to be w-wed to the daughter of Lord and Lady Everglot, courtesy of my parents. We had the r-rehearsal today, and I was such a n-nervous wreck I couldn’t recall my lines at all. Pastor Galswells, our officiant, finally lost all patience with me after one too many mistakes, and b-banished me until I’d learned my vows. D-desperate to get them right, I ended up roaming Brightstone at random, repeating them to myself to try and get them straight in my head. I finally said them perfectly in an old forgotten side street overlooking one of the canals…and the moment I finished, a g-glowing blue figure in a w-wedding dress burst from the water, declaring ‘I do.’ I s-screamed and ran, but she managed to c-corner me on a nearby bridge and tried to k-kiss me. I fainted when her lips touched mine, and w-when I woke up, I was…” He waved his spoon in the air, as if trying to capture the enormity of the experience. “On the w-wrong side of the veil.”

I

LB:DQ -- “Indeed – or you could avoid the issue entirely,” Cheshire said, floating his smile over to another ladder on the wall in the darkened bay, just barely visible in the gloom. “I’m sure Rabbit would approve of you taking a shortcut, especially in order to avoid detection by anything that might try to stomp you.”

“I’ve apologized for that!” Hatter put in. “And made him that new watch!”

“It was the least you could do,” Rabbit said, paws on hips.

SATBSO -- “I don’t know – I don’t think so,” Victor said, letting his hands drop. “But you’re right, it is very hard to tell time in the ghost field…I’m sorry too, Emily,” he continued in a quieter voice. “I – I shouldn’t have lied to you about w-wanting to see my parents. I should have tried to explain better what was really wrong. But I – I didn’t have the words, and I was so scared and hungry and cold, and…” He sighed heavily, pressing his fingers against his forehead. “And absolutely nothing today has gone according to plan.”

“I know the feeling.” Emily perked up, a hesitant smile tugging at her lips. “But – but we can still make this work, right? We can alternate which side of the field we’re on day by day, so you can still eat and drink and not have to worry! We can even find a nice place to set up house together – one that’s in good shape in both my world and yours!”

“I think anyone who sees you two house-shopping is going to call the Spirit Wardens on you,” Alice couldn’t help saying.

T

LB:DQ -- “True,” Alice nodded. “Which reminds me – at some point tonight, I need to drop in on a certain Sean Milton. I don’t know how much honor there really is among thieves, but hopefully he has very little and will be willing to give up Muddy without a fight.”

“We’ll see on that front – and back, come to think of it,” Cheshire remarked, tail swaying as he kept pace. “But one side-quest at a time.”

SATBSO -- The gondolier gave Emily, floating near the prow, a significant look. “They always go up when the dead are involved.”

“I haven’t done anything,” Emily said, tone sulky and sparks crackling along the edge of her veil.

“And don’t start now,” the gondolier warned, frowning. “I may not be a Warden, but every one of us has got a bit of the Whisper about us. I know how to handle you lot.”

E

LB:DQ -- “Even better – they’re real robots! Well, sort of. . .” Victor popped open a bin and picked out a blue butterfly at random, showing her a block with some buttons on the – thorax, she believed it was called. “They each come with a ‘brain block’ like this where you can input simple commands. Obviously I can’t get any of them to fly – though I’ve always hoped – but I can get them to flap their wings if I shine a light on them, or follow a light being held in front of them – even play with a ball.”

“Neat,” Alice said, grinning. “You’ll have to show me later.”

SATBSO -- Emily went still, a frozen figure in tattered blue. Then she rushed forward at a speed no living human could have ever managed, face contorted in pure fury. Barkis yelped and tried to get out of the way, but she managed to clamp one spectral hand around his arm –

And, suddenly, she wasn’t there anymore. A split-second later, Barkis bent double, shrieking. “What – stop! No!”

“Yes!” came Emily’s voice – from Barkis’s own lips. Alice stared as he straightened up, wobbling like he was unused to controlling his own body. “The knife dropped from his fingers with a clatter. “You’re mine now, Eddie!”

S

LB:DQ -- She got to the bottom of the slope and looked around. While the layout was roughly the same, the entrance to level two was noticeably darker, thanks to a busted light fixture in the nearest “compact” bay. It also had different guards – two fellows who looked to be Chinese, dressed in matching burgundy jackets and wielding machine guns. One jerked his head around as she snuck closer, causing her to freeze out of habit. “It’s too quiet,” he said after a moment, shaking his head. “I-I don’t like this – this place. At night it seems so – haunted.”

SATBSO -- Smiler sorted and pointed at their eyes, brilliant yellow in their pale face. “What, do you think I was born with these?”

“...actually, it has genuinely never occurred to me to question why your eyes are bright glowing yellow before now,” Alice confessed, cheeks heating up with embarrassment. “They just seemed – completely natural on you.”

“I – I mean, I noticed, but – given everything else that was going on, they – didn’t really register as that weird?” Victor admitted, also going pink. “Alice is right, they do suit you...I sort of thought they might be a side effect of that Joy Serum you showed me before, since you said you make it yourself.”

Tagging: @nebbychan, @thesatiricaldemon, @anonymoose-au, @ace-of-tales -- the word I'm picking is TIMES!

[borom1r]

🙏🌞📜📿🖋️💌🎭❤️🥂🎉⭐📖🔥🧭 for the practice asks, as a distraction from The Horrors

THANK sorry it took me this long 😭

🙏 - Which pantheon(s) do you actively worship?

just the Norse pantheon!

🌞 - Which deity(ies) are you closest to/do you worship the most often?

Óðinn and Þórr, but I do work with Loki occasionally + have begun incorporating Frigg and Máni into my practice

📜 - Have you ever made an oath, vow, or contract with a deity? If yes, how did it go (you don't have to share)?

NOOOOOOO bc oaths are very serious in my faith in a way a loooot of ppl don’t. necessarily Get. like Þórr was hesitant enough about me just including his name as part of a devotional tattoo (planning on saving for it to get sometime in 2025/2026) + oaths with Óðinn are. well. I love the old man and I trust him but human nature is what it is.

📿 - What are three things you're grateful to your deity(ies) for?

Óðinn’s patience. there’s a general consensus I’ve seen that he’s drawn to neuro-atypical ppl and I have. Autism. 🙃 he’ll smack me over the head if there’s a lesson I need to learn but overall he’s been very good at helping me dig my own way out of routines in a way that isn’t Painful

Þórr’s humor. I first came to him with the same sort of formality as I hold for Óðinn and the two times I tried to foooooormally offer mead to Þórr I accidentally spat it on myself (he’s a very Warm presence + I am endlessly grateful for his strength as well)

Both of their strength. It’s a very different sort of feeling but I’m going through some very scary personal stuff and even though I don’t have much energy for formal offerings, knowing they are at my back as been a bigger relief than I have words for.

🖋️ - If you could say anything to your deity(ies) right now, what would you most want to say?

THANK YOU!!!!!!!!! < i say this every day anyways but. Yeagh

💌 - What is your favorite form of deity communication?

i use runes with Óðinn and a pendulum board w Loki :3

🎭 - What is an emotionally impactful or a silly worship-related experience you've had?

I made a symbel with a group of friends once and that was very impactful ;;; I don’t like boasting about myself but I felt Þórr with me in that moment

❤️ - What's one memory of your practice that you reflect the most fondly on?

ahh burning the goat at Jól last year. standing around a blazing fire in the dead of night, wearing the garb of my ancestors, invoking the gods to guide us forward.. I’ll never forget that night

🥂 - What is your favorite devotional act or offering to give?

I share mead whenever I have any :3 usually with Óðinn and/or Loki. I also do beard care as a devotional act to Þórr.

🎉 - Do you celebrate any festivals? If so, which ones?

Winter Nights, Jól, Sigurblót and Midsummer. I’ll usually do a little something for Dísablót but those are the main four I observe

⭐ - What is something you wish people outside your practice knew more about?

Actual fucking Iron Age Norse culture. but that’s a rant for another day

📖 - Do you like the way your pantheon is most often portrayed in media? Why or why not?

nooooooot particularly no 😭 but that bleeds into the ways I dislike the portrayal of Iron Age Norse culture in general

🔥 - Do you have a favorite myth or tale from your pantheon or others?

hmmmmmm probably the myth of Þórr losing his hammer + having Loki help him get it back :3

🧭 - What led you to your practice?

Óðinn threw a book at me /hj

[certifiedtarotbarbie]

New & Improved Morning Routine...

I have upgraded my life and therefore upgraded my morning routine...

Running with the motto that how you do one thing is how you do anything. With the understanding that Morning is the foundation of the day. For me in particular, if I can start my day off feeling successful or proud of myself I know I am slated for more small wins throughout the day.

Even if it is just something like practicing patience or accepting gratitude.

Here is the new & improved morning routine:

6:30a | Rising - I still wake up with an alarm, eventually I will discontinue it but for now I got something with ocean sounds to wake me up a little bit more gently.

At this time I give my body a very deep stretch in bed and turn on something motivational from a content creator on youtube. I realized this stimulates my mind enough to encourage me out of bed within 5/10 minutes.

7a | At this time a second alarm goes off. If by some chance I am still in bed, this is my final warning to get tf up.

I get a glass of water in my system

Then move on to the bathroom for hygiene (flossing, brushing, washing my face, hair, and natural or soft glam makeup)

7:30a | By this time I need to be preparing breakfast if I am having any at home. Usually, it will be cereal with some fresh fruit, a smoothie, and possibly some eggs & turkey bacon, but always strive to get some fresh fruit in the AM

While I am preparing breakfast I try to get dressed and pack my bag if I can, if I am just having cereal I will just eat and then dress. My clothes are already picked out from the night before or Monday night for the whole week.

I also take my supplements which are (Citicoline & Lions mane, Matcha & B12, Magnesium L-threonate, & Collagen)

8:05a | By this time I am all ready to go but the last step in my routine is to sit down and meditate. A 5-7 minute meditation where I can remind myself that I have breath in my lungs, patience in my heart, and gratitude readily available to me.

And I pack my coffee to go, rn I just used storebought iced coffee & oat milk creamer, usually flavored w brown sugar.

[dogpixie]

How do you stay posi happy kind etc/keep your mind away from fixating on the evils of the world and feeling like a loser?

hey sorry i saw this th other day and promptly forgot to reply!! i think having things in my life i rly care abt helps me a lot and so does my conviction to live in ways that try to lower my impact on the world and others. i kno im like a loser in the eyes of many normal ppl but i never ever feel like it, i dont make a ton of money working w dogs (mostly bc i dont work a ton of hours, but im paid very well when i do wahaha) but im rly good at it and i practice my patience and kindness w them every day and it makes me happy to see them and their owners happy. also honestly being vegan for the animals and planet for over 10 years and caring sm abt it makes me feel rly good abt myself, i always kno that no matter what else is going on im making the best decision there. and just being a diy communist punk in general. hmm honestly i think im just a grateful and simple person in many ways, i truly dont sweat what other ppl think of me (was basically forced to learn this at a young age bc i never fit in lmao), i get a lot of happiness just out of spending time w my pets n partner, playing fantasy vgames and watching movies, crafting things and growing plants. i still get bummed by the state of the world of course but im also optimistic that somethings gotta give. we just need to hang on, stay active in the fight against the man, and do our best to not make anything worse!

[sparklingchim]

I started following you after you dropped ylm, in hopes of a new chapter cuz it was so good. I wrote my exams and was off social media for weeks and came back to read & you had not yet dropped it. Ylm was the fic I motivated myself to study & reward myself with after my exams. Thats the hold it has on me. 4 months later I'm still here, captivated by a chapter. I can't wait to see how this dtory will go down. Take all the time you need. And I must say bestie you're teaching me to practice patience 😭!!!

omg i remember !! there was a lot going on so i couldn't post ylm in dec but i am so glad that it got u motivated !!! teehee thank u for being patient w me the next part is finally coming <3

[bandofchimeras]

one nice bpd thing is when you've been thru the idealization and devaluation swing with a new FP and held awareness w yourself and....cooled off? without doing anything nutso like declaring undying Love or trying to banish them from your life.

then you get to hang out with them. and see how they actually are as a person outside your Brain Games. and they're just, cute or nice, or kinda dorky and flawed in some charming way. and it's like OOOOOHHH the idea I had of you in my head is no match, good or bad, for the reality of your humanness in the room with me.

(long post under the read more)

in earlier stages of recovery this settling into equilibrium always gave me the ick. bc my shame was so intense for my own humanness. being human is so stinky and sticky and crusty and mundane and broken sometimes. no wonder our minds make people into gods or demons when sitting with our very vulnerable human selves is so difficult. especially if you have never fully experienced unconditionally accepting love. ideas taste better than reality.

I begin to think that my BPD is rooted in a real fear and real experiences of being abandoned for being imperfect, or not fitting someone's preconceived expectations, or disappointing them in some way. it was hard to accept this bc I have done it to people too. and it is so painful.

but now the next step is finding a new framework for how to say "no" and have boundaries and prioritize people. BESIDES "oh you aren't what I thought you were."

which is a challenge specifically along the ADHD axis of low impulse control, memory issues and generally not understanding how much work is involved in tasks or relationships.... leading to either avoidance of them, or taking on too many.

this is a genuine disability that leads to poor energy management that impacts people I my life. and if people can love me, and they do, then what's between love and us is real barriers of communication and follow through, that can hopefully be addressed.

I really can't keep going through the swing of impulsive relationships that end with abandonment or never end in a tortured half alive state of limbo. it feels impossible to fully let go of anybody or be fully with anybody and that's where the pain comes from.

I think the image instability is related to ADHD object impermanence. I have to practice manually making my brain remember people exist when we aren't in same room, or I am not hyperfixated on them. if someone isn't in the Focus Zone I can still love them but they don't get attention. which....hmm maybe I conflate with love. because of that being such a big need for me.

i wonder if anyone without this disorder overthinks their relationships to this extent, and if they don't how they manage their energy to avoid so many painful patterns???

i do wish relationships took up less space in my life too and I had more ability to lean into hobby time. The unresolved emotions & cycles around interpersonal relationships feel like big heavy magnets that take my energy away from efforts in areas that would be more meaningful. They keep me looping around in specific thought patterns and stories unable to stay in physical reality long enough to complete anything.

I wonder what genuinely falling in love would be like with a person. instead of intense attachment feelings, developing a fondness and sense of compatibility with someone over time as you also become able to trust them. They would have to really love me and have a lot of patience to stick out these mood swings and thought distortions.

But hey that has to be possible because I am a person, and I am developing the patience to love myself!

What still hurts is the question: is there someone out there who will see me and go, he's worth it!. He's worth the trouble! Someone who I also felt love for, that would chose me not based on an idea of who I am but my actual reality. So I don't have to play a role or an image for them.

it's a painful question. but I have to believe maybe it's possible, and even if not, along the way there is plenty of love from animals and trees and community, and friends that will recognize my inherent worth as I learn to.

the borderline asks to be chosen, to be special. Without qualification. But the beauty of love is that everyone always has a choice to love. It's never permanent or guaranteed.

now, how to make peace with that!!!?

this has been a post on the intersection of ADHD, OCD and BPD from my experience.

[cirqosmos]

Man not to spread hate or disrespect you but the best constructive criticism that you need to hear is that you should complete what you started and if you aren't able to atleast say it

Because it's been months and I'm a writer myself and for sure it does not take that long to write one last chapter of a fic

Like it's okay we do understand you have your problems but then atleast don't keep giving people hopes everytime when they ask for it yk?

I just hope you don't take it as hate , I'm just letting you know as a reader's point of view that it makes us readers very frustrated because we have been patient and still would be but you need to own up as a writer yourself

"but then atleast don't keep giving people hopes everytime they ask for it yk?"

: if you're talking about R1, then i'm sure i've answered an anon ask previously about that right?

it's not hate, i understand. you've been far more polite than those anons i've received that day but please do remember that writing a fic or an episode is never easy. although, i have to give my piece of my mind for these specific sentences you've said.

"you should complete what you started and if you aren't able to then atleast say it."

: since you're a writer yourself, you should've known that it differs from every each writer but in my case; some can update fast and some can and in my case it's a no. if you read the posts that i've edited on my pinned, if you've stayed quite long enough to have read R1 then you've certainly should have known what type of a writer i am, the rules i've written, and what is the purpose of this blog. i would've said it from the start if i was not able to, but i didn't bc i was working on it every single day and there are times that i am not in the mood for a specific wip, so i'm editing another one. i appreciate your interests and patience and all of you for the love you gave me for my stories, but in the end it was never meant to satisfy readers or catch up w/ deadlines. it was meant to be a practice blog. i've made it clear from the start that i am a slow updater.

and I'm sure i said before that i only asked constructive criticism about my writing and grammar, not how or when i update a story.

"it's been months — and for sure it does not take that long to write one last chapter of a fic."

: even if it take me years, you still don't have the right to tell me i should update that story. if it doesn't take that long for you, then great! but it doesn't for me, i told you I'm a perfectionist in my craft and it takes me a hundred edits to polish it, and for me writing isn't simply something to rush; it is my passion, it's something i picked up when i was having this hollow void in myself, r1 is the series that i first wrote to keep myself alive every day.

yet writing is mentally exhausting yk? i love it with all my heart, but that doesn't make it any less tiring. editing an entire fic with these grammars, character development, pacing, checking which mf scene is important or not, etc. — is extremely exhausting.

"but you need to own up as a writer yourself."

: this is a practice blog, i repeat. and i am not even getting paid or asking for any donation since i am not fitted enough yet to ask for one. please do not tell other writers in tumblr like this, this kind of message only do nothing but demotivate them.

"like it's okay we do understand you have your problems."

: problems. i wonder what kind of 'problems' you are referring to. if we're going to only talk about problems as a writer then sure, you have no idea how i am struggling so hard with impostor syndrome, and losing the love for writing for the past few months. but despite that, i didn't stop! i keep writing everyday even when i hate it! it may not mean anything to you, but for me i was dying inside but i never give up! okay, if we're going to talk about problems outside of a writers life, then sure.

i am not only a writer for your information; i am a student, i am someone's daughter, i have schedules and deadlines to catch up to, i am a person outside of this online world, i have dreams i am trying so hard to reach and achieve. you telling me "to own up as a writer" have no fckng idea how i take writing lessons, reading and studying a thousand writing tips out there, improving a second language, reading books when i've barely read before! and yet, writing is not the only thing i do, how surprising. i'm a self taught artist which is nothing new, art school is fckng expensive so i gotta own up and teach myself how to draw and learn every single things there's to know. and hey, i'm a computer science major and even tho i hate maths to my core, but bc i have a dream to become a game developer; i still do it.

balancing all of these should be easy right? when there's only 24 hours in a day.

"i'm just letting you know as a reader's point of view that it makes us readers very frustrated because we have been patient and still would be."

: there was never a day that i didn't think about my readers, or how they have waited for so long. that's why i put in that daily increments, the daily effort. but have you ever stop to think about writers' point of view too, since you're a writer yourself? or how you might have failed to think that a writer can feel frustrated just like you do. or have you ever stop to think that i need rest too or have you ever think that there was a day i wanted to die so bad bc i feel so lost and empty but i still keep up w my daily routine, trying to stay alive. but i couldn't tell anyone bc my feelings don't matter and i might be just exaggerating, and that i will always think that everyone had it worser than me, so i just opened my pc and write all my feelings out in a fictional world i've created while having those little doses of joy.

and it's all going to repeat again and again.

i'm a human too, you know.

thank you though, i was actually going to post r1 this november since i alrd posted a new fic today but you really ruin it for me. bc some of y'all, even with this spectrum from being rude to being polite. you still don't understand a writer, after all.

[cinnamonnala]

Flipaclip, I use it maybe once in a blue moon

2. Left, I need to force myself to draw right facing people more lol

3. I’m going to say little for me is my middle school years so, Aster’s Trait was my first story and I’ve had it since middle school (I’m an adult now for context)

4. https://toyhou.se/11591188.aishina#41974448 HIM, I love him, but I don’t understand mermaid anatomy yet so, he’s a struggle

5. Depends, if it’s speaking of places like Tumbler, Insta, Twitter, and DA, then maybe 15 percent? Which I’m trying to fix, especially with tumbler. Discord, 100%, all my art goes in the servers I’m in XD

6. Just random designs I see, I have to try very hard to not accidentally rip off designs I see and fall head over heals for

7. Watercolor, I love watercolor art but I don’t have the patience or attention span to learn how to do it nearly as well as others, I’ll admire from afar

8. Hard to say since I loose interest but I eventually come back and force myself to work on it? Like, Aster’s Trait ironically. I have everything mapped, the story is basically done, but I haven’t put it onto paper in any way so, I can’t fully leave it alone, but since it’s done in my head I’ve lost interest in it

9. Since I work in procreate I don’t really have files but I rarely name my canvases. Folders yes, and they’re very practical

10. S W E A T E R S

11. Lots of music, commentary, video game challenges

12. Eyes and Hair

13. A creator who you admire but whose work isn't your thing

14. I love it when characters just have like, a signature thing, not like “oh they always wear that scarf” but more like, this group of characters all have this small minor detail that ties them all together

15. Up in my storage closet Bunk :’)

16. I think I’m pretty good at shading to some degree but it’s a pain to do, especially hard shading

17. Mostly drink, and a cold coke

18. I don’t think I’ve broken many art supplies if any? Though I have gone through a few Apple Pencil nibs before

19. I don’t think I have a favorite, but maybe just aesthetic stuff in general, if it’s a pretty item I can find at least some enjoyment in drawing it

20. This is extremely dependent but hands. I like the way I draw them. Only issue is I can’t handle my lefts and rights so I’m constantly putting the thumb in the wrong place TWT

21. Pastel gore, I really want to do more of it but I feel like I can never hit the right vibe or get ideas that fit the genre. Also just extremely detailed anime styles, I used to draw with way more detail but now my style is much more simple and I kind of regret it? It’s better for animating but, it feels like I’m being more lazy at the same time

22. I need to do more exercises, but sometimes I just roll my wrists and that’s about it

23. Muliply, Add, and Overlay are my best friends

24. No

25. This hasn’t happened to me yet to my knowledge

26. What's a piece that got a wildly different interpretation from what you intended

27. No but I should

28. I’ve done a couple amino contests back when I was younger but otherwise no

29. Cooking shows, murder mysteries, and commentary

30. It’s hard to say, half of it is that I haven’t posted much yet so, I can’t really say

Weirdly Specific Artist Ask Game

Didn't see a lot of artist ask games, wanted to make a silly one.

(I wrote this while sick out of my mind last year and it's been collecting dust in my drafts, I might as well let it run free) 1. Art programs you have but don't use

2. Is it easier to draw someone facing left or right (or forward even)

3. What ideas come from when you were little

4. Fav character/subject that's a bitch to draw

5. Estimate of how much of your art you post online vs. the art you keep for yourself

6. Anything that might inspire you subconsciously (i.e. this horse wasn't supposed to look like the Last Unicorn but I see it)

7. A medium of art you don't work in but appreciate

8. What's an old project idea that you've lost interest in

9. What are your file name conventions

10. Favorite piece of clothing to draw

11. Do you listen to anything while drawing? If so, what

12. Easiest part of body to draw

13. A creator who you admire but whose work isn't your thing

14. Any favorite motifs

15. *Where* do you draw (don't drop your ip address this just means do you doodle at a park or smth)

16. Something you are good at but don't really have fun doing

17. Do you eat/drink when drawing? if so, what

18. An estimate of how much art supplies you've broken

19. Favorite inanimate objects to draw (food, nature, etc.)

20. Something everyone else finds hard to draw but you enjoy

21. Art styles nothing like your own but you like anyways

22. What physical exercises do you do before drawing, if any

23. Do you use different layer modes

24. Do your references include stock images

25. Something your art has been compared to that you were NOT inspired by

26. What's a piece that got a wildly different interpretation from what you intended

27. Do you warm up before getting to the good stuff? If so, what is it you draw to warm up with

28. Any art events you have participated in the past (like zines)

29. Media you love, but doesn't inspire you artistically

30. What piece of yours do you think is underrated