#and now im putting it in the digital void

[softness-and-shattering]

I agree with you on the whole, which is also why I put it in the tags and not reblog or comment. We dont know each other, I dont think we've ever interacted before - I talk out loud and think out loud in the tags all the time. If I dont specify 'prev' or 'op', Im not particularly talking to anyone. I know its visible, but no one is being addressed and I have no expectations of getting a reply. Its usually nice if I do get a reply but theres no expectation. Sometimes I ask questions and some of the time people answer, most of the time its lost to void.

Which is to say, my tags were not trying to specifically get your attention, or justify anything to you or anyone else. I was just thinking out loud, noticing and lightly interrogating what I was feeling. In the nicest way possible, it would make little difference to me if you hadnt said anything. I was talking in your digital vicinity, which is pretty wide in this case, but I wasnt talking *to* you. Or for a slightly different framing, tags is me whispering at my friends sitting next to me, and Im sorry to have bothered you from a row over. I know you can see, but I wasnt really expecting you to be listening. And I dont think Ive said anything heinously offensive that shouldnt be said in public, its just, if Ive understood correctly, similar to what you often hear and are often annoyed by.

Does this sound reasonable to you, are we good re this matter of communication? (separate to the matter of opinions about rap, which I politely would like to not further discuss with you now).

genuinely the average tumblr user’s ADDICTION to showing their ass under completely unnecessary circumstances is baffling to me. you see it every time the “white people on tumblr are by and large irrationally averse to listening to rap” discourse comes back around, every single post along those lines there will be at least one idiot disclosing their entire medical history or traumatic life story in the replies to prove that they are the One Person who is immune to criticism for being scawed of every rap song in existence. and i just can’t imagine the impulse behind it. like you are not under some fairy curse of compulsive truth telling every time you come online, you could literally just stay quiet and not reblog the post and nobody would notice, let alone care. it’s honestly laughably self important (not to mention a massive tell of your own defensiveness and guilt about the issue) to think “ah! but perhaps *i* am the person who could disprove this post’s entire thesis by explaining how i really, truly, cannot listen to rap because my auditory processing disorder only kicks in when it’s a black person talking over a beat to any flow or tempo”

[quaquaversall]

okay Ferryman by Shayfer James and Will Wood but your character of choice took a music production class in college and the final was to make a song based on a prompt and the prompt was "theatrical villain"

[noctlas332]

when i seen this design (by sleep-nurse) i was like "woa this fucks,,, ive got to draw it," (spooky setting loosely inspired by this drawing by kiwi-does-stuff)

[salemlunaa]

☀︎ YOU’RE NOT BEING PRODUCTIVE, YOU’RE LAZY AND AFRAID ☀︎

And this will cost you a lot of time that could be spent with your desires…

You have all the information, why aren’t you applying. You tell me you have been in this community for 6 months, a year, 2 years+, but how many of those days you’ve spent in this community have you actually applied, how many of those nights did you actually apply and don’t just fall asleep after 5 seconds.

And i know why you’re lazy, it’s because you’re scared, you’re scared of inducing process, whether it be success or failure. You make yourself busy with scripts and subliminals, “i’ll script this really cool thing first”, “i’ll scroll a little on tumblr first” “lemme just look at the success story hashtag before i do it, it really motivates me” You try and distract your self, you delude yourself into thinking you’re being productive but really you don’t want to, if you wanted to you wouldn’t be here and I will ALWAYS stand by that. You put it off until the last minute and then when it “doesn’t work” you run back to tumblr acting like you actually did anything.

a really good analogy from @archsariel333 - “you buy the pens, the notebook, you plan for the book you’re going to write but, you never write it”

“let me just add this one thing to the plan”, “let me look at inspo for book covers and art styles for illustration”, “let me go to my book writers group on tumblr and see if they have anymore advice for me even tho i know how to write a fucking book”

I know it’s comforting and validating to be in the “waiting period”, the period of anticipation. You want to go shopping for a vacation, pack your suitcase, look at reviews on social media, plan the pics you’re going to take, but getting on the actual plane can be scary, you ask yourself “what if they deny my boarding pass”, “what if i fail to make it on time”, “what if im not eligible to fly for whatever reason”, you don’t want to leave your comforting circumstances and even the trip itself scares you just a little, so you cope by buying all the vacation outfits in the world, saving inspo pics into a pinterest board, looking at vlogs of other people going to that place. You can’t bring yourself to get on the fucking plane.

You need to apply, and properly, 2024 is almost over, the amount of weeks we have left isn’t even in the double digits anymore, I don’t want you to make it to the end of this DECADE still keeping the tumblr “foryou” page company, watching people coming and going feeling paralysed as people who came here later than you pass you by. I know the feeling sucks but whose fault is that?

I want you to scrap the amount you’ve been here. Since you’re the operant power right? I don’t care how many weeks, months, years you’ve been here, scrap it, you’re going to start afresh and you’re going to actually apply, when you have the time, you’re not going to go back to your notes app, notion or pinterest to script some more, you’re going to apply.

A lot of you have the knowledge that majority of the world doesn’t and time on your hands, do you know how powerful and extremely fortunate you are, to have time AND knowledge? i don’t think alot of you understand how much of a privilege that is you are unstoppable yet you stop yourself out of fear that you will “fail” to tap into the void and let yourself down. You are so privileged to know what you know and to have the time to apply it, so do it, your not gonna scroll on tiktok for a few more minutes or shove a million subliminals down your throat to “prep yourself” you’re just going to take a breath and do it. Induce pure consciousness, and if you fall asleep scrap that assumption and do it again.

Look at your life right now, do you honestly like it, do you like envying others for having what you can have at the snap of your fingers. Do you like the life you are living?

I want you to tell yourself that you will not be the reason for your own demise. you will NOT be the reason that it’s 2026,27,28 and so on and you don’t have what you want.

please just go and apply, i don’t even know you guys and it hurts watching you kill time when you could’ve had everything a day ago, an hour ago heck even 5 minutes ago.

apply apply apply, don’t let this feeling be the reason you “fail” 💋🍑

[bananafire11]

How do i explain how much i squealed with delight at the sight of all of this.

So, since I made my tadc OC, I wanted to put her in some AUs

The first one I really wanted to do is the Wretched au of @bananafire11 cuz, one☝️I love their designs so much and two ✌️I'm a monster lover through and through especially designing them

Meet wretched!Blesk

Almost cyborg like and completely mutated

Caine put the robotic parts in her to prevent her from breaking in the place where he hids/resides along with a muzzle that automatically clamps shut in case he crossed paths with her to stop her from attacking him (she has indescribable hatred towards him that it's on sight for her)

When Pomni arrived, she kept her distance to not startle the poor women

Though...she was kinda bad at it (she was almost stalking her)

But it was to protect Pomni from unexpected enemies (like the bubble camera)

Also small stuff on the side

She hunts but doesn't need to eat as she feels no hunger. She does it when Jax starts to act out due to hunger and leaves him the prey since somehow she can break the prey limit by breaking into restrictive areas

She started hunting for Pomni, thinking the new arrival needs to eat, but of course, Pomni would never ,even in the hell of a digital circus, eat these things. Blesk feels bad about and tries making up for it( Jax uses this as a chance to steal it since Pomni doesn't want it)

She protects Pomni from the bubble cameras by destroying them or keeping her out of their range of sight so Caine could never take her and hurt her.

[averycutesalamander]

i have extremely neutral opinions about SMAUs (social media AUs) but i just thought about what Boothill's role would be in one and im kind of losing my mind about it.

his account handle is @.silvergunshura and he literally only posts clumsy nature photos and occasional pics of his gun. a handful of videos that are just the sound of the wilds. never puts any captions or tags on his posts. extremely long unacknowledged absences with no schedule. double-digit amount of followers at an absolute maximum. absolutely no interaction with his audience. or anyone else on the platform actually. quite frankly he doesn't pay any attention to his following in the slightest. bro simply cannot be bothered. for all he cares he is sending these photos to the void and there are no other users on the platform.

and then he posts one (1) video of him at the shooting range nailing bullseyes left and right like it's nothing. barely half of his body is in frame and most of his face is covered by his hair. someone with a decent following shares it and his entire fucking profile EXPLODES because people will NOT stop talking about how hot he is and it kinda snowballs from there. people go through his entire backlog only to find ZERO other posts with his face or body in them. the best they get is little snippets of his arms. people are frothing at the fucking mouth trying to figure out who he is and nobody knows because he literally hasn't said a single word in his entire posting history. people make theory posts, which obviously gets more people invested in this new mystery. his comments are filled with people speculating about who he is and what the fuck he's doing. someone posts a massive spreadsheet detailing all of the identifiable locations in his posts, and they're literally all over the galaxy. immediately afterwards they're cancelled for some vague allegations about them being a shady intelligentsia guild member guilty of multiple human rights violations and everybody completely forgets about the spreadsheet.

Boothill posts a single blurry photo of his hand feeding a chipmunk and people lose their goddamn minds. he follows this up an hour later with a photo of the same chipmunk sitting on his shoulder that is somehow even blurrier than the last and it briefly trends on the front page. a week later he uploads a video of him playing a harmonica by a campfire, once again barely in frame, lit only by the flickering fire. people brighten the video in a desperate attempt to get a better look at his face, but there's nothing identifiable. someone posts a slightly unhinged video examining the tiniest pixels in every screencap of him that they can find, claiming that he's definitely a halovian because of some extremely blurry details, and you technically can't deny it as a possibility because there are no clear shots of where his halo or wings would be. naturally this severely divides fans, and several other theories about his species pop up over the course of a few days. many people are called morons from all sides.

the REAL drama comes when he posts a picture where he's holding what looks suspiciously like an extremely precious meteorite-formed gem that was stolen during a private IPC auction two weeks ago. this post is also notable because it's the first time he's used a caption and it's literally just "lol". naturally people quickly connects the dots and realize that he's BOOTHILL, that crazy motherfucker with the vendetta against the IPC, and why the fuck is he posting nature photos and videos of him feeding birds and shit. silvergunshura fans are instantly divided by discourse about whether or not it's ethical to be a fan. "silvergun fans dni" and "silvergun antis dni" become staples in the bios of people invested in the drama. a bunch of fans start using his substitute swears, and whether or not this is ironic is extremely debatable. the business of cyborg modifications has a moderate boom. anti-IPC sentiments have a notable increase, but now the people doing serious exposés and earnest discussion about the humanitarian crimes of the IPC that are concealed from the public are constantly called simps. there's a brief stint with a handful of Boothill copycat crimes that are all solved within the week.

people unsuccessfully try to hunt down any other potential socials to no avail, but this does spawn a massive wave of fake accounts on a million different platforms, which obviously successfully baits a ton of people. the drama gets even spicier when the moderators shut down his account. one of the mods gets doxxed by an outraged fan. even more fake accounts pop up. Boothill comes back less than a week later as @.silvercowboy244 like nothing happened. his returning post is a crooked picture of a sorta weird looking tree, and he's pointing toward the top left of the frame. the caption is just "bird?" and nobody can figure out what the FUCK that's supposed to mean, because there's no bird visible in the picture, nor is there a bird nest in the tree. conspiracy theories and decoders are immediately chomping at the bit trying to figure out if it has some kind of secret meaning.

tons of people try to use his posts to pinpoint his location for clout or the bounty money or to find him in person and beg him to let them give him head, but he never posts them exactly when they're taken, and nobody can figure out what the fuck logic he's using to pick his next destination. there's an IPC investigation. his accounts keep getting banned but he keeps coming back like a cockroach. dedicated fan archives are made to preserve all of his shitty photos. he never acknowledges any of the drama.

if you're fortunate enough to know Boothill personally and you ask him about all of that weird shit with his socials, he just shrugs and says, "yep, i keep gettin' locked out. can't remember passwords for shirt." if you ask him what he thinks of all the drama surrounding his online presence, he gives you the most bewildered expression you've ever seen on his face. "what the fork are you yappin' about?? what do you mean i got "band" ?? disk horse??? docksing???? i think you've got a few screws loose buddy" and he promptly forgets about the entire ordeal and goes back to posting blurry nature pictures like literally nothing happened.

edit: here's part two-ish lol

[turingttested]

i'm applying to art school in about a month, i desperately need advice so im yelling into the void (tumblr) for help on this. i do not know how to make a portfolio. i never took any art classes and ive been out of highschool for five years now, (pls don't rub in im not in schools yet im in america its hard im doing my best). so what's the criteria for a basic portfolio, im not applying anywhere fancy like RISD or SVA. so I've looked at the requirements on my schools website its pretty vague, just no ai or fanart obviously. with that being my outline i just feel so scrambled, can anyone help with the do's and don't of an art portfolio? is it okay if i dont put any paintings, is digital work okay, is original characters okay? please advice pls pls

[gomzdrawfr]

want to join the fandom cause it seems fun seeing fanarts and you and others interacting but I don't know how...and with the whole ai thing im scared...

my advice: just do it

really! sometimes all you really need is a leap of faith, and that was exactly how I dropped into the cod fandom. When I joined the ghoap discord server I talked to one of the artist I really like and respected from my lurking time (hi @bressynonym) aaaand the rest is history

I didnt know how to draw properly, nor digitally, all I did was scribbling on OneNote (yeah!) and rambled about cod characters, it is daunting and it is scary to interact but after a while? you may just be able to find someone to brainrot together with

start small, like commenting, reblogging, talking, chatting- doesn't have to be towards artist/writers, it could be the art/fic enjoyers!

you need to put yourself out there if you want something

as to if you want to start in the fandom as a creator, here's some more tips (which are all based on my experience, I am no pro at doing this, hell Im still learning myself, and I am by no means speaking these on behalf on others!)

establish a goal: what are you making? fandom based? original creations?

as with starting new, everything may take a while for stuff to happen, you'll feel like you're speaking to the void at times (esp with original arts, but do know that your stuff do get perceive by others as time goes, I would advise to draw fandom stuff as a beginning to get that boost going if you want! or else it's going to be quite hard to get things rolling)

imo this is hardest part of any new creator, you'll have to bear with it and try not to give up (but I understand how incredibly demotivating it could get, there were times when I stopped posting about Raven entirely, but eventually I post it anyway cuz surely someone out there will like them, it just takes a lot of patiences and perseverance)

btw, engagement can also vary from time to time, you may be booming for a bit, then suddenly you dont, it is a cycle that will bound to happen

take rest regularly, and I mean a break from social media because numbers, discourse and everything can get to you, very quickly (I cannot emphasise this enough)

the numbers are not worth it over your mental health (comes with practice to really solidify this thought)

study the algorithm (pain): see what other creators are doing to get where they are, what tags are they using in their post? what features/niche do people like?(this is, if you really want to grab some form of engagement, bcuz reminder in the end you are creating art for yourself first!)

example: I think posts would get more reach if you tag it with the ship name first, followed by the characters' name (doesn't work all the time tho)

that's the thing about algorithm, it is ever-changing, and you'll have to learn to adapt with it when it does!

expanding on that, studying algorithm could be about ships (for example, ghostsoap is most popular in the fandom), or really good rendered art/flashed out fic that leaves your jaw on the floor, or ships that gets lesser attention in general which puts you, who make content about them, easier to be brought into the light (like Faralex)

bUT, it can also be personality!

(again, not saying this is meant for everyone and strictly from my own experience + what I observe) for me, I made up the lack of my art by establishing a personality: a wild panda who yaps about price and their oc and also kinda everywhere in the place (just like this post LOL), OR you're the person who named themselves after Soap's ash particle number OR you're the one who likes bottom Ghost- literally anything goes, you want to make an impression in different ways, some more funny/goofier than others but it works (be mindful and stay respectful tho, dont wanna be the asshole in the fandom now do ya?)

efforts ≠ engagement (not all the time, but most time) and this is a fact. Sometimes, you can't expect a piece you did for 10+ hours to get thousands views and likes, especially in a fandom space. You need to understand algorithm is that wonky. (very disheartening, but again, you make the art for you and the few others who genuinely likes them, and those people can go a long way) be mentally prepared for such events, and try not to beat yourself up too much for it

ultimately tho, do it, do it scared but do it anyways and again, draw the things that bring you joy, I hope these could be helpful in some ways!

[inkyquince]

kiss! excited for you about the tattoo!

also you should talk about your hyperfixation actually 👀 (if you'd like akahakna)

okay so tattoo under cut and then shall be deleted cuz ew thats me, but im so happy with it and its healing really well. kissing ur head @pip-n-chips (sidenote, the void stares back is my handle on discord and i fuckin pissed myself in surrpise)

But who cares because hyperfixation teehee. i got another ask like this so im splitting my bEEG ideas and leaving one out because im fully on page 3 of writing young bruce wayne fuck boy anyway.

for you? for my pip pip cheerio?

BAD brain rot about Red Hood. Of course, mans is hot and depressed, he's my favourite emo boy.

cw. noncon turned dubcon. pseudo-incest but jason and reader aren't blood related. dacryphilia, mentions of blood, tho its ambiguous. VERY DARK AND NARSTY JASON TODD. Usual batfamily depression. Also, yknow, references to Death In The Family.

But as per usual I have to think my little awful thoughts. Where Jason is fully still in his revenge phase, but it warps. Bruce has let him down repeatedly before it hits him that he's let all of othem down repeatedly. Except for one. You, the bloodspare to Damien, the bloodheir, who never was a Robin, never spread your wings. Stayed home, stayed safe and stayed the softest spot in Batman's side. The one person who'd never leave because you didn't set yourself up for that. Even though you were older than Damien by quite a bit, you had seen every single iteration of Robin come and go, they all knew that Damien stood to inherit the mantle, which was what Bruce truly cared about. But you laughed at the jokes about Damien usurping your role as sole inheritor. And you loved your little brother. And you were loved. As the playboy's sweetest kid, by all of his brothers.

When he was Jason Todd, the boy wonder, the Robin, he loved you. But he wasn't that anymore. And he wanted to hurt the man that left him for dead, by hurting the one person his father could see nothing but goodness in, the one he thought of when he stuck by his moral codes even at the death of his sons. He was Red Hood now. He had blood on his hands.

And fuck, he still loved you.

He loved you as a boy, and as a man, his love took on a salty tinge. Sweat on his tongue, as he dragged it up the back of your neck, to your ear as you squirmed inbetween his forearms, pressed against the floor on your belly. Sweet, simple you. Who'd have gone anywhere for him, with one text. And now, you're here, with his cock sheathed fully into your hole, his mask tilted so that his mouth was exposed. Just so he could bite. And lick. And taste. Despite the saltiness, your tears tasted sweet. You whined for your brother to stop, your cheek pressed against the cold concrete floor, and Jason wondered if you knew that this was close to the place he died, wondered if Bruce told you, wondered if he could ever tell you that he was hurting Batman, hurting Bruce, not you.

So he tucks his fingers into your mouth, letting you taste the metal and blood of his digits, and continues to ruin your virgin hole, spreading you more than your sweet hand ever could before.

Worst of all, the part of him that should feel guilty... Doesn't. At least not after you cum all over yourself and the floor, thighs shaking with his own legs spreading them. Got a front row seat to the most beautiful show on earth and the sounds you made? Slipping from begging your brother, to stop, to slow down, to ease up, to whining and groaning. Then weakly grinding against him, stuffing yourself with the rest of his cock. Whispering for Jason, for Red Hood, to continue, to not stop.

He'd take it all. Your virginity, your first kiss, all the work that Bruce had put in to keep you safe, to keep you isolated from the world until it was safe, but he failed. He failed Jason and now he failed you. No signal would draw him near to save either of his children from what was happening, and wouldn't stop the two of you desperately rutting against each other, Red Hood holding you down by your throat just so you wouldn't be able to wriggle away when he finally cum inside of you.

AnyWAY, tattoo under cut, love u pippy.

:P too late, but it's cool tho

[acehazbin1]

Drawing 🌸

Y/n walked around the circus grounds trying to find something to do, most people were in their rooms since it was Halloween, probably thinking about what they would be doing in the real world if they weren't stuck here, holidays always sucked in the digital circus even caine knows not to bother anyone with adventures. Y/n always thought that her life here was a new beginning so she tried to dwell on the past, well she couldn't dwell on the past since she couldn't remember anything. Y/n knocked on everyone's doors, Jax was too busy... jacking off, Kinger was too busy rebuilding his impenetrable fortress, Ragatha and Zooble didn't answer the door (they're most likely making out), Pomni was too busy having a mental breakdown (again) and they couldn't find Caine anywhere, probably off having a romantic date with bubble for all y/n knows.

That leaves one person, Kinger said she wasn't in her room so Y/n decided to go look for her, it wouldn't be y/n first choice to hang out with Gangle. Gangle wasn't awful or anything it's just they cried a lot; Ever since pomni broke their comedy mask, which y/n couldn't blame them for because you would be upset if a piece of your face broke but in Jax’s words it was a bit annoying…

Google wasn't in her room, near the late nor the carnival, y/n was starting to think maybe they extracted or were in the void. They turned the corner and saw a little sitting era with a table, they had been all over the tent, maybe this was a new place?

Y/n strolled into the era touching off the different colours and sizes of the chairs until they saw the red ribbon herself gangle hunched over her table with a pencil in hand. Y/n moved her head around trying to see what they were doing. It seemed like a drawing, y/n sneaked up behind Gangle.

Y/n leaned over Gangle to see her drawings, “nice pumpkin,” Y/n remarked making Gangle jolt up, “ahh y/n you scared me, please dont do that again.” Gangle put her ribbon hand over the drawings, “Oh sorry I didn't mean to scare you,” Y/n walked around her pulling a seat out to sit down. “It's fine, I just thought you might be Jax,” Y/n looked down at the table, she has helped Jax out many times with his cruel pranks, she always draws the line but sometimes Jax pushes it.

He broke Gangle's comedy mask a couple of times, y/n has always given out to him in private about it. “Eh- your drawing is brilliant though for the glimpse I got from it.” Gangle blushed from embarrassment, “Oh this, I just wanted to do something that would cheer me up for Halloween.” Y/n nodded and glided their hand across the table it reached Gangle’s ribbon, and Gangle looked up at them. “Would you mind if I looked at it?” Gangle without saying a word moved her hand off the piece of paper.

Y/n took the paper lifting it to their face, scanning it. “Gangle, the shading on this is remarkable, do you draw often?” Google blushed again “A little bit yes, I get Caine to give some drawing equipment when he's not busy.” Y/n smiled at Gangle, they thought for a minute. “Could you teach me how to draw?”

Gangle's eyes widened, “Eh y/n I dont really know about that…” Y/n's smile grew as they took gangle hands, “Come on it will be fun, to pass the time,” Gangle moved their hand away from Y/n, she guped. “I'll teach you but dont expect it to be very good,” Y/n nods and gives Gangle back her drawing but Gangle doesn't take it instead realises what she said. “I meant dont expect me to be a good teacher not you drawing will probably be amazing im sorry if I upset you, I-” Y/n grabbed Gangle's hand, “Gangle, I get what you mean and dont worry you're going to be an excellent teacher.” Gangle looked at y/n hand in hers and smiled a bit, “Now im going to get a piece of paper and pencil and we can start the lesson, Miss Gangle.” Y/n teased, gangle let out a little giggle. Y/n got up from her seat, they rummaged around until they found a pencil have broken pencil that looked like it had been bitten into.

“Alright, Gangle I found a pencil? If you could call it that,” Y/n sighed and took her seat again. Gangle smiled at y/n and turned her page around, “I have made a breakdown of the pumpkin,” the page showed the development of the pumpkin and how it transformed from a circle to a cartoonist-looking pumpkin; there was shading at the side with little markers how to correctly shade. “That should be how you do it,” She put the paper down, “I'll leave you to it.”

Y/n was thankful for the paper but just wanted to spend time with Gangle now, it will pass the time plus she turning out to be great company. “Eh Gangle, I kinda wanted you to talk me through it,” Y/n looked at Gangle with a hopeful face, “Oh, I didn't think…” she whispered to herself, then took the paper. “Okay, since you got your paper you should start with a circle,” Y/n grabbed her pencil and roughly drew a wonky circle. “Eh-” Gangle took Y/n hand and flipped over the paper. “Try to sketch with the pencil, like glide it in your hand,” Gangle guided Gangle's hand over the paper.

“Is this okay?” Gangle questioned and Y/n nodded her head, “Since you got the circle drawing well move on to the stalk of the pumpkin.” Gangle lets go of Y/n’s hand and lets them draw the stalk themselves, sketching with the pencil lightly. They draw the stalk looking up ever so often at gangle paper to check if they're doing it right. Gangle watched their page as it transformed from a circle to a pumpkin, she couldn't be prouder at y/n for drawing so well or herself for being able to stretch y/n if it was only a small bit.

“How is…” Y/n finished up on the line details of the pumpkin and lifted the paper towards Gangle, “This?” Gangle carefully took the paper out of y/n hand a looked at it for a minute. “This is perfect, y/n” Y/n smiled at Gangle, “Well I couldn't have had a better teacher.” Gangle smiled sheepishly. “Thanks y/n… wanna learn something else?”

“Of course I do."

[randompolykin]

kintype heartype and kinsiderlist

so that my intro can be shorter, sorry if this shows up on ur feed or something.

kintypes:

Cat (theriotype) (black domestic and black panther, for type of panther Jaguar fits the best but a black panther on its own fits too)

Dragonkin (red western fire and eastern sky/water especially a tatsu) the red dragon kintype has multiple versions of it, an animalistic small one that I consider a theriotype, a dnd red dragon, and a general medieval fantasy land dragon but with intelligence who cooks and seasons their meat and can read

Gray/part of a storm cloud, cloud (and the storm together, or thats another kintype?

Military tank

Attack helicopter (I know, I know, but I'm serious /gen)

Wooden chair

Slinky

Cryptid (in general but I do have a couple specific ones too and I bet the more I look into cryptids the list will grow)

Cabincore

memento mori (conceptkin)

OCkin (I have a few oc kintypes)

Seraphkin (the type of angel/seraphim)

Demonkin

bookstore and library kin (a cozy little bookstore and a big old library, i should make moodboards for them)

Old computer kin

Robotkin in general

A murder drone (from murder drones) not a specific one, just a murder drone

Vampirekin

The concept of tea/tea as a whole

same as above with being the concept of pizza, and also chocolate chip cookies

the amazing digital circus (show)

Glamrock Freddy Fazbear

freddy frostbear

shadow the hedgehog

Sherlock Holmes

a sprollie dog

a silver fox

Although there are certain theories on why I am certain kintypes that I prefer and even act like it's set in stone, in the end idk whatever so just keep that in mind. also this isnt. theres more kintypes probably. Aka i suffer from self doubt lol

and maaaaannnny kinsiderings

Circutypes

(circutypes are identitie(s?) similar to the label cladotherian or more so ambitherian, but instead of being exclusive to types of animals is a species, it extends beyond that. The creator @batsbolts-andfangs created it to describe being a bat therian, bat plushiekin and a bat (related?) fictional character. But basically it's a label to describe one nonhuman identity that extends to/ is made up of other nonhuman identities that are a interconnected. This label fits me two times

The first on is less sure/put together than the second one

Mimic

Shadow being (maybe just shadows too idk)

This statue creature that's an original species might count idk yet

Questioning being a void but that might just be part of my fictotype.

A run-along

And now my second circutype that makes more sense!

Deer skull creature is what I consider the base name for it now what this includes is

A deer skull fictional character/monster the nowhere king (which is my profile pic!) which is from centaurworld

Two (OCs? Maybe just original species? I am still figuring out how these two identities work) that are deferent types of deer skulled original creatures

A leshen (and an ancient leshy) from the witcher (I have not interacted with the fandom or played the games, watched the show etc I just stumbled upon it looking for what this kintype was and it fit)

And questioning being a deer skull itself. If not then this is probably a para type or something?

I don't actually think I said all my kintypes but I dont care that much right now I need to get this post over with it's already two am

So here are my heart types:

Crow

Tortoise

Sloth

Clown

Fall

Halloween

Endermen(ik pretty sure it’s actually a kintype but I’ll keep it here for now)

Rainwing (it's a type of dragon from wings of fire)

Nightwing (also wof dragon)

Questioning these being kintypes

Edit, I currently consider my wof types to be both kintypes and kithtypes, its confusing and I have no energy to look deep into things but I don't feel I need to honestly.

also my fictiotypes i also count as fictives (cause im a median system i feel im both, the word for it is fableing) their are also some facets/headmates/medianmates thatimbody certain kintypes or something

[aditudenal]

is 2025 the year i bring my tumblr out of a drought and post because who doesn’t love screaming into the void? maybe.. we’ll see

y’all i never should’ve looked up how to read my old tumblr posts because my 15 year old self sure was something. crazy how i never believed in astrology much when i was younger, but when you look at the pattern of sad and longing posts followed by one where i’m ranting and reading someone to filth and saying im going to get my life together; pisces sun, pisces moon, sagittarius rising just makes sense. also a bitch lovessss a comma, like really just loves to use some commas and still does and i’m not going to do anything different about it so here we are.

anyway, i wish my big feelings at 30 were the same as they were at 15. like, i wish my biggest problems were that my mom was pissed and this boy i liked was leading me in an endless circle of “i like you, oh wait.. no i don’t.” spoiler alert for BOTH of you: you’re both gay, so anyway.

i also wish i could go tell 15 year old me that it’s going to be okay. that there are words like autism and adhd and anxiety that are going to make sense of what you’re feeling. that right now you’re laying in bed next to the absolute love of your life who you get to marry and are coming up on 3 years of being married later this year. that life doesn’t end at 20 or 21 or 25 or 26 or 29 and being 30 is not the worst thing that’s ever happened to you. that being gay is okay and you are gay, and maybe if you accepted the way you felt about the girl from band camp and took a step back from your “faith” earlier you would be dealing with less complications and trauma from comp het. that there’s more genders than simply “boy” and “girl” and you’ve finally in recent years discovered that you are in fact, nonbinary and nothing has ever felt as comfy as they/them pronouns do.

it’s also so crazy to me that some things still apply to both of us; that i am still so close to that 15 year old me in so many ways. i still have the same nostalgia and sentimental nature. i still listen to some of the same music. i still sing when i think no one is listening and like to fantasize about what i’d post on a day in the life if i was a vlogger. i’m also still vegetarian mostly for the plot and spite of it all, despite most definitely being anemic and not eating enough protein (but we’re working on it.)

anyway, here i am to essentially scream at the wall and into the void and put my thoughts on the internet because like who even cares about their digital footprint anymore, right? happy 2025, y’all.

[riastarthe]

ok this "time to cut off your conservative family members" didnt know you guys were still hanging out. i don't have a family to cut off because i already did that. it sucks it's painful it's lonely it puts you into an entirely different situation where you might feel like a total fucking alien and you will be reliant on the kindness of strangers more often than you'd like, but at least you won't be constantly psychically damaged by people who are supposed to love you and choose not to. or people who want your friends dead. you wouldn't take that from anyone else and a biological bond can't mean more to you than your own dignity. even war criminals love their children. love is not a reason to stay.

sometimes i marvel at how long ago i came out and how fucking lonely it's always been. always. growing up rural, there wasn't a community, much less one that accepted or acknowledged trans people. i never learned how to be in one and was never brought into one... all queer community has been incidental, mainly through art. i'm going to start trying now, but it makes me so shitscared lol.

i dont really waver in my beliefs but if one thing can shake my foundation, it's being left behind for those beliefs. i am scarcely different from anyone i know/have known and yet to them the cracks seem huge. that's so disappointing, and the loneliness makes me feel like such a freak man. going into the future alone is what rocks me. it is so bleak. the past 4 years fucked me up so bad, i really struggle to think i'll recover despite all the work i've done/am doing. i've done things other people haven't in order to try and get better For Them as much as myself. therapy, medication, making better and more honest art to try and communicate myself more effectively, trying to join more digital communities like the co-op etc., stating my boundaries with people, being more confident about what i think and feel... and all of those things seemingly has had a NEGATIVE impact. if i were to frame it as... living more honestly and losing people who are unwilling to respect that or losing people who maybe i never clicked with in the first place, well, that void hasnt been filled. so it feels awful. it feels like i need to be someone else entirely. i don't want to live this life alone. i long for people all the time. it makes my stomach hurt. it keeps me awake. it is the singular most painful thing of all time, that emptiness. i feel totally broken. i miss so many people. i don't know how to live like this and i know I don't want to. i wish i could have help. i wish that kind of help existed. i dont know how to express how badly i need it, in a way that i do truly believe is different from the shitty (and incorrect) idea of learned helplessness— the way my mind... feels, the cloth over it, the anxiety is something very different compared to any other time in my life, compared to any other fear or sadness. it is like, a real fog, a wall, a deafening, deadening, fatiguing weight, like i go limp from it. i need help. i want help.

i dont think im as repugnant and repulsive as i feel, or how i'm seen. i don't. i've been a good friend in the past. i want to be one again. it is such a bad ache. i wish i had the words for it. i say so much but nothing really describes it... it's just a black hole. I've worked really hard to overcome it but I've worked really hard by myself. i need someone willing to let me try.

[evilfivepebbles]

somewhere in 2023, right after downpour came out. 2. i have completed the whole game, but i still havent gotten 2 acheivements 3. outer expanse. its so pretty, but it makes my pc lag so bad 4. past garbage wastes. the acid sucks so bad and it makes me lag almost as much as OE. 5. slugpups. as soon as i see them my paternal instincts kick in and i am suddenly a wild beast trying to protect its babies 6. red lizards. self explanatory. 7. digital sundown. 8. i love her so much and i felt so bad ascending her in saints campaign 9. very interesting character. i feel so bad for him and im honestly glad he was put out of his misery in saints campaign 10. the exact moment i began my first playthrough as monk. 11. quite a lot, actually. in the same monk campaign i tamed a pink lizard in garbage wastes and named him jerry (he died 5 minutes later) 12. FP one. easiest echo to get to and the first echo i ever found 13. dont have one 14. actually finding pebbles and moon. first playthrough, almost completed the game without ever finding either of them, but couldnt cause i couldnt go into the void sea 15. A Helping Hand. nothing more to say on this. 16. the slugcat i was most excited for before i got downpour was rivulet. 17. definitely fight. 18. since i have a grudge against the ascension endings and waited till i got downpour for the tree ending, the monk tree ending made me feel kind of sad, but also really happy because monk and survivor were reunited 19. YES. 20. it would be better if there were more cues like in the tutorial for the movement options. i didnt find out how to roll until winter of 2023! (i got the game in summer) 21. everything. but if i had to choose, the animation method. it being procedurally animated makes the game feel so much more natural 22. i have 90-something mods as of now

Rain World Questionare!

Just felt like making this for fun since I see them floating around sometimes for other fandoms. If you see this, reblog with your answers! I’d love to hear them and I will be sure to read them :)

When did you first start playing Rain World?

Have you completed the game? Which of the campaigns have you completed?

What is your favorite region?

What is your least favorite region?

What is your favorite creature?

What is your least favorite creature?

What is your favorite song from the soundtrack?

What are your opinions on Looks to the Moon (character)?

What are your opinions on Five Pebbles (character)?

What is your most memorable in-game moment?

Have you tamed any lizards?

Which echo is your favorite?

Which of the pearls is your favorite?

Which part of the game was most difficult for you?

Which achievement is your favorite?

Which of the Downpour slugcats are you most excited for?

Do you prefer to fight other creatures or sneak past them?

How did the ending make you feel?

Are you invested in the lore?

What is something you think the game could improve on?

What is your favorite thing about the game?

Have you played around with any mods for the game?

[someone-called-efg]

before this happens again i decided to draw what i saw and experienced a little over a month ago so incase anyone has anything similar theyre not alone at least, and if its some kinda 'only me' thing, than at least it's documented.

i dont really know what kinda tw to put for this, but assume anything given its about a near death experience

so, back just before valentine's day, a demon somehow ended up in my bedroom. me, wanting to prove im not a coward, did exactly that, and firmly declared my beliefs in the being who created all (for the sake of the post im gonna call said entity god) and its not a lie, even from a young age ive been a strong believer even to the point of getting in trouble for it (i.e. getting in trouble for calling out hypocrisy and trying to do something about it despite being the only one to try) and while my faith has had a lapse when i was a teen, it since got resparked. so, adamantly that the idea of having no faith seems bazar to me.

so, all this to say, when the demon was in my room, it knew i wouldnt give up my faith.

however, one thing ive said on occasion to family is that i dont fear death, and thats still true to an extent. sure, ive had near death experiences before, but ive always been of the opinion that as long as youre right with god than you have no reason to fear dying. and imo that just means not being an asshole.

so, the demon found out i genuinely dont have any fear of death or dying and decided to try to call a bluff that wasnt even there. so, with all its might, it killed me

this is roughly what i believe it looked like, as it gave off this sense of dread i ccouldnt really shake off when in its presence. (yes, the stick figure is meant to be me for size comparison) everything else beside the thousands of mouths was a void. the mouths glowed an inviting white, but as you see, when i got closer, it lead to a void like pit that was its true mouth, rows upon rows of pointed teeth jutting to the center that only got darker and darker the closer i looked.

then, something happened in my mind that even i cant put into words, because quite frankly, even i dont understand what happened in between everything

then everything went from being in a dark void, to this

an angel came and was so bright i only know its this kind because how many eyes were there. i had to convince the angel that i would be able to cope with being alive after that day, and i was allowed to come back on account that i see a priest and a therapist. (and something i thought was strange to mention that: if you bleed on something, you yourself have to burn it) another part of the agreement was that i post on my socials about the encounter, and while i had done that previously, i figured making as comprehensible of a post as possible now that ive had a bit of time to process it all would be a good idea

so as you can all tell, this it getting very triggering for me.

the week or so that followed that night could be comparable to a personal hell, as any time i wasnt around any human, i would be tormented by the demon in ways that i cant even mention out of fear of t.o.s. as they tried as much as possible to keep me in my room as if to keep me hostage

until one day when i broke down to my mom

she got me holy water from the church and i proceeded to sprinkle it all over while praying as best i could

but since that night ive felt like the worst hypocrite of them all. since i was little i had wished to die, in fact, as a child i had no intention of making it to my double digits, and yet, here i am. and when i was nearly out the door, for some reason i decided to stay.

anyways, even though i went around with holy water and prayer, my bedroom hasnt felt safe, and ive been sleeping in the living room since. because being without privacy means no personal hell. so i see it as a win in my books.

throughout all this, ive seen my faith as this small campfire, and any attack against my faith as gusts of wind that i keep having to protect the flame from so it doesn't get blown out.

[hoodiehydra]

I posted 148 times in 2022

That's 148 more posts than 2021!

34 posts created (23%)

114 posts reblogged (77%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@lightgriffinsect

@taterswithranch

@imjustusingthistolikeartists

@jinxic

@badsciencejokes

I tagged 91 of my posts in 2022

Only 39% of my posts had no tags

#hydrawriter - 11 posts

#fnf agoti - 9 posts

#fnf tabi - 8 posts

#fnf - 6 posts

#fnf aldryx - 5 posts

#digital drawing - 5 posts

#fnf selever - 4 posts

#fnf ruv - 3 posts

#fnf void - 3 posts

#random thoughts at 1am - 3 posts

Longest Tag: 113 characters

#im not gonna lie i would think its either where agoti was trapped or the nothing world where selever was stuck in

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

It’s 1am rn and I was just thinking about Selever / Rasazy’s and Aldryx / Agoti’s sibling dynamics and how much both my and my little sister can actually relate to them.

I have somehow taken on both Selever’s and Aldryx’s sibling personalities and my sister is basically Rasazy (but she does act like Agoti sometimes).

Why do I love this so much wtf

7 notes - Posted December 5, 2022

#4

Hi 🦊anon. Can you write a Selever x reader? For fluff? Thx

I HAVE BEEN SUMMONED FROM THE PITS OF HELL- ok I know hell is a “bad” word but it’s a place.

I suggest you don’t read this one if you can’t handle strong language. Because as fine as our lovely demon boy is here, he does curse a lot, or at least that’s what I headcannon him to be.

Also why is he so fucking tall bro- like 7 FEET? WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN EATING SIR

That was very off topic.

Selever x reader

Fluff/ Romance

Warnings: inappropriate language and (maybe) subtle dirty jokes (… I will figure it out along the way) also maybe incorrect quotes

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You’re sprawled out on the couch, lying on Selever. How did we even get here in the first place?

Let me rewind.

Chaotic boyfriend and his chaotic significant other = absolute chaos.

So now the both of you are watching a horror movie, in the evening, and the show was pretty crappy, actually. Cliche story, cliche characters and this would be your average dose of horror. Boring.

Well, someone had to do something about this situation, because neither of you were having it.

“Well, as top in this relationship-” Selever started.

“I can’t believe you’re playing rank with me right now.” You interrupted.

“*Ahem* As I was saying, as TOP in this relationship, I say we go for a drive.”

It was an interesting proposal, since he would usually be more up for round of rap battling instead of this.

You didn’t hesitate, despite this not being his usual behaviour.

You both climbed into the car and drove off, to who knows where. The both of you were jamming to the radio, then putting on your personal playlists when the music got boring and didn’t fit the car’s vibes.

Selever was grinning like an idiot, well, he is one, while you were singing your heart out the entire time.

Quality bonding time.

You couldn’t be happier, just being with him and driving aimlessly through the city’s night lights. It was a beautiful moment. However, as beautiful as this moment was, you couldn’t help but question why he was being this romantic.

“Hey Sel?”

“Hm?”

“Why are you being romantic all of a sudden? I mean, I really like it, but uh- what’s gotten into you?”

“Can’t a demon guy spend some time with the person he loves?”

While saying that, he shot you a smile. Not his usual cocky smile, but a loving one. It sent heat rushing through your cheeks as you stared at him, since he rarely smiled like that towards you.

“Easy there shithead, you look like you’re gonna fucking blow up.” Way to ruin the moment.

You breathed in and cooled down while staring out the window.

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8 notes - Posted November 2, 2022

#3

Hello! 🦊anon. Can you write a fnf (Friday night funkin) agoti xreader? For fluff please？thx.

Perfect! I’ve recently been thinking of a good prompt for this and I HAVE FOUND IT! Hooray!

Also, greetings, fox anon. Nice to see ya again.

One “Exhausted but excited”, coming up!

Prompt: Work’s tiring for the both of you, but your digidevil boyfriend is here to make it better!

Warnings: none in general, a bit of a sharp tongue here and there (PUN NOT INTENDED) but overall PG :D

Romantic fluff, enjoy!

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“Mph…” you said nothing, groaning as you stepped into the door of you and AGOTI’s shared apartment. The sweet feeling of home soon warmed yourself up as you finally relaxed into the familiar walls of your home. (Side note: my class is insane asf and we call our class walls “Wallace”. The wall is now a he and is our class mascot. 70% of the boys simp for Wallace and we worship him as our god. ALL HAIL WALLACE- more Wallace updates to come)

The feeling was soothing, and all the immense stress and tension from work today soon faded away as your digidevil of a boyfriend soon came into view. You smiled softly, energy drastically drained as you slumped onto the couch, where he joined you and pulled you into his lap.

“Babe, you good?” He gently asked.

“Been worse.” A blunt mumble flew out of your mouth.

He sighed and massaged your scalp, you relaxed in his touch and sighed in satisfaction.

“Hm…” You groaned, as he stopped petting you and took the remote. You frowned mildly, but was too tired to complain and you silently waited. He soon went back to you, massaging your scalp again and F/M (favourite movie. What’s your favourite movie? Mine is either HTTYD or Venom. VENOM IS NOT BECAUSE OF AGOTI I SWEAR) was playing in the background. It was really relaxing, just a soft, quiet moment, just the two of you.

“C’mon, I bought pizza for dinner. You’re not cooking, and I can’t cook for shit unless you want the house to burn down.” He joked.

… nice way to ruin the moment.

You complained, but was dragged from the couch. At least it was pizza, it was worth getting up for. You both chewed on your pizzas in silence, occasionally sending each other memes from the internet, so dinner wouldn’t be too boring.

“How was your day?” AGOTI broke the silence.

“Tiring. Managing a retail shop may be a small job, but it can still be exhausting.” You replied.

“Yeah, but you’re great at your job! I have no idea how you handle it.” AGOTI cheered you on.

He was always very supportive, always behind you and comforting you when things got tough. 2 years of being together and you couldn’t imagine your life without him.

“I guess I am. Work is just getting more busy and I can’t handle it sometimes.” You thought out loud.

“And I’m here for you. You know that.” He smiled warmly.

Soft moments with AGOTI weren’t rare, but it’s not common either. It’s a really special thing.

You smiled warmly at his words, finally feeling happy with yourself. You stood up and hugged him, whispering thanks. He reciprocated the hug, warmth engulfing the both of you.

Yeah, life wasn’t always the smoothest, but needless to say, an exhausted you and a relaxing evening only made you more excited for your future with your boyfriend.

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This was requested a while ago, sorry!

Got this idea a few days ago and this is the end product. I’m not very proud of it. The ending was abrupt and the “excited” part wasn’t mentioned much. No idea if snek will see this but- meh.

11 notes - Posted November 19, 2022

#2

Hi🐷anon Can u pls write a Kiawe from Pokémon sun and moon xreader?

Hello 🐷 anon! Yeah, no problem, I can do that. Romance, basically. Right?

Let's start with the story.

PROMPT: Just you and Kiawe being fluffy :>

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"I'm so fluffing bored!" you complained, sprawled out on your bed. Who were you talking to? No one, if we were going to be honest. It was just an average day, just going to the school, hanging out with your friends and then going back home. Boringggggggg.

No, see. Here's the thing about today. NO ONE. AND I MEAN, NO ONE. was free today. AND IT'S ONLY 3 PM!

By now, you would have rang Lillie to maybe play with Snowy or y/s/p (your starter pokémon) or maybe join Mallow in cooking some new dish. At some point, Hau or Gladion battling with you wouldn’t sound like a bad idea to pass the time. Maybe even Lana, or Ash could have asked you to hang out and hell, you would have said yes in a heartbeat.

Honestly, why wouldn't you say yes.

And you were so bored, super bored. Honestly, at this point you would have screamed into a pillow to pass the time. ACTUALLY, YOU COULD DO THAT YEAH WHERES THE PILLOW-

Knock knock

And who could that be? You checked your phone. You had no arrangements or plans, and it was currently 3:30. Who could it be to save you from your boredom?

You were gingerly walking down the stairs of your home, afraid of what? I have no idea. This place was safe. Safe. Totally safe.

You quietly opened the door, the door creaking just a little. Yeah, you were expecting maybe Sophocles to take you to who knows where, just for science reasons.

Not this.

Your face was just pure shock, or surprise. You didn’t expect it at least, no. You would have never thought this would have happened. Throat dry, you asked, “What are you doing here, Kiawe?”

The tanner boy had his usual smile on his face along with a hint of pink dusted on his cheeks. You could have died right then and there. So, not only were you in your home clothing, looking like a basic, boring person, but your crush was the one who witnessed it. Not to mention, he was looking really cute.

“I was wondering if you would like to have a pokémon battle with me? Y’know, for training.” Kiawe replied, hope lacing his tone.

You, of course, instantly agreed. Two reasons: boredom, and because who would give up their chance to spend time with their crush?

After you agreed, Kiawe dragged you out of your house, not giving you any time to change. As much as you wanted to look a little nicer at least, the boy was already pulling you out the door by the hand and brought you to a nearby battlefield.

After reaching the field, neither of you wasted any time and brought out your pokémon. The battle didn’t last long, but it was very intense, and entertaining. It eventually resulted in a draw, and while you shook hands, you could only mumble a small “Thank you for the battle”. It’s not that you were disappointed that you didn’t win, well, maybe a little, but- yeah you were just disappointed that you didn’t win. You were also feeling a bit embarrassed that you had lost to him.

Kiawe noticed the change in tone, and asked, “Hey, Y/N, why are you always mumbling around me? Do you not like me?”

Those words shocked you. How could he say that? Who wouldn’t like him?

You shook your head immediately, saying, “No! How could you even think that? Who wouldn’t like you?” At this point, you were so taken aback by his words, that you couldn’t stop yourself before you went too far.

“Kiawe, you don’t understand. I really like you, more than a friend, and I was just feeling nervous around you, and-” you stopped yourself. You had said way too much by now, you didn’t want to mess anything up even more. You shook your head, and quickly added on, “I’m so sorry, I don’t know what happened to me, let’s forget this ever happened.”

Kiawe was… surprised. He looked in confusion, and asked, “Why would I want to forget this? It’s not all the time where your crush would confess to you like that.”

You couldn’t believe your ears. In that moment, you hugged him. You could have cried, screamed in happiness, but you held it in. You were very happy that day, and spent the rest of the day with your crush, who you now knew liked you back.

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Whoa! First request: done.

I’m actually pretty proud of this, even though he’s not someone I simp for, but yeah.

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16 notes - Posted October 23, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

For the ask game:

💔 An angsty headcanon for Selever

👗 A headcanon about Aldryx's clothes

Ooooo

For Selever, I think he would be in a sort of depression stage when he was in the nothing world, but it’s not that heavy. Since he is trapped in a space of literal nothingness, he has no one else to talk to besides his sister, and he lacks friends and social interaction, which will probably make him more gloomy over time.

Aldryx would have a lot of choices and a huge variety in his clothes. I think he would wear dresses sometimes because he can (also because I saw fanart of him wearing dresses when he was younger and HE WOULD WEAR THAT) also he would wear tank tops and those that show more skin at home, and wear jeans and leather jackets outside.

Maybe.

32 notes - Posted December 7, 2022

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