#are these my new anxiety dreams??

[trashbatistrash]

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[pianokantzart]

Last night I dreamt we got dropped 2 surprise trailers and a clip for the next Super Mario Bros movie.

The premise was that Mario, Luigi, and Princess Peach got teleported 200 years into the future by a mysterious energy field while fighting Bowser (it had been implied he'd escaped his captivity at some point.) They found themselves in a chaotic world of destruction and decay, and came to discover every section of the world was being guarded by an adult, Bowser-sized Koopaling, who was still under the command of an elderly, now all-powerful Bowser who resided in The Darklands.

There were complaints that... while the film did look good... it felt like they skipped over an entire extra movie in the middle to flesh out Mario as a hero, establish how Bowser escaped, and properly introduce The Koopalings as we know them.

To offset this, Nintendo released a full-color manga to fill the gap between the two movies, but apparently it was really hard to get ahold of. I could barely find anything of it except one or two images online, and an incomplete version of the manga via an extremely lucky thrift store find.

[akkivee]

Vee it’s almost time for bats dt preview !!! From scale of 1 to 10 how scared are you? I’m currently at 85 after chuos dt title dropped.

it’s been about the same i think lol me on a normal day:

me with every passing day we get closer to the bat drama track:

[remyfire]

Will today be the day that I finally finish my first full watchthrough of Season 8? Tune in to find out.

[invinciblerodent]

getting a little bit obsessed with my "cottagecore throuple" here, because the more I think about it, the more disgustingly perfect and idyllic the whole thing is to me.

like... post-game, I like to imagine Shadowheart absolutely thriving. She's a city girl with a deep love for animals, and spotty- to nil memories, most of which are of the worst things to have ever happened in a dank torture-basement: of course a sweet, picturesque forest cottage (so far I like to think that Petyr would call it "The Hovel", even though it's by all means a cozy, nice hunter's lodge) would have her downright giddy, and she deserves every ounce of that happiness ever.

As I imagine it, when not enthusiastically learning all there is to learn about the quasi-self-sustaining life (that she had dropped herself into by shacking up with a literal forest ranger), she spends as much time outside as possible: walks barefoot in the tall grass, stops to smell every flower (and even plants quite a few, just by the vegetables), and lays in the soft underbrush for hours at a time- enjoying the sunlight caressing her face, enjoying a nice novel (and/or a cuddle with Scratch, the cub, or her boyfriend once he sits down for a moment), or just gazing up at the moon and stars in silent worship. She makes friends with every animal that crosses her path, too: SO many potions of animal speaking are consumed, it's absurd. (She's best friends with the chickens. Petyr has to start farming acorn truffles in the basement for her, and that even proves actually very lucrative- in town, that shit sells for like 10-20 gold a pop.)

She'd of course bring home everything that'll let her. Little wildflower bouquets and stuff at first, but also every critter: from juvenile racoons just weaned from their mothers (they look almost like kittens! how cute!), to elderly foxes that just want to curl up in front of the fire and warm their bones somewhere safe for a moment. She's having the time of her goddamn life, she's learning a shitton of life skills she was never taught (finally learning things not meant to make her better at hurting people!), and generally enjoying a life that, while still plagued by remnants of the past (night terrors, perpetrator trauma, loss, grief, pains both suffered and inflicted, all that great stuff), has her feeling actually content with her lot in it.

And with all this, Petyr is... very business as usual, or at least he's trying to pretend that he is. Having someone in what was his space for like 20 years is strange initially, but if there's one thing he's used to, it's adapting. Making things work. (Plus, he's like, happy, or whatever. In love. You know, that sort of rot.)

Then again, he's also used to only having to feed himself with the very little he has, not another (especially another who is inexperienced at this type of thing, and a second another who just... drops by sometimes, always unannounced and unexpected, but never unwelcome), which deep down does have him a bit (a lot) more antsy about not just being the self-appointed guardian of her happiness, but also just... their general survival.

He's keenly aware that winters in the wild are never especially easy, not when you're so far removed from the safety of a community- especially not the way he's used to being alone, without even magic to keep you warm and safe. Usually, he spends most of the year primarily occupied by preparing for winter, and even like that, there have been lean years: years when he got snowed in for tendays, when he did something stupid and all the careful prep went down the shitter, years he had to go hungry and learn to make do with next to nothing.

So he compensates for- (and distracts himself from-) that anxiety by making extra sure that the pantry is stocked to bursting with all the goods there can be, and they often head out into the woods to hunt and forage together- although he's not a great (or even a good) teacher, Shadowheart (usually Shadow, often Heart, lately Jen or Jenny in affection) does make what he used to do out of sheer need, into something also done for fun.

Hunting and foraging are fun now, and soon, the cabinets are overflowing with jars and jars of dry mushrooms, so much homemade deer jerky, jams and jellies and pickles galore... there's mead fermenting, and homemade soap curing before it can be used, firewood stacked to the height of a person... herb bundles, garlic braids, grain corn, and drying peppers are strung up on the rafters like fragrant fairy lights.

Meanwhile, I imagine that Halsin comes and goes as he pleases- not entirely unlike a beloved stray cat. He just shows up one evening as if he had left not tendays, but only a few hours ago, kicks the duff or mud or snow off his boots, and leans his staff into its habitual nook by the door. He sets whatever it is that he brought this time in its appropriate place (be it otherwise unobtainable goods from town, or just a little gift, a treat to enjoy together), and he sinks into the worn-out armchair by the fireplace that was declared his the first time he stayed.

One of the others almost always then strolls by to settle wordlessly on his lap (if not both of them- that poor chair can barely take the combined weight), and just relax as his big, warm fingers slowly work through the knots and ties keeping their hair out of their faces, and, voice rumbling deep in his chest, he tells them all that has happened in Reithwin the past while.

The many smells of dinner and the comforting scent of pipe tobacco mingle with the fragrant herbs and the crackling fire then, and creates something that can only be described as the scent of home.

.............. and then all three just fuck absolute NASTY every day, in every configuration, and on every surface available for the next, oh, month or so.

[hanlimz]

j saw this tiktok and i am so pathetic bc it almost made me cry. after everything, after all the hate people spew about him and at him—riki is still so warm, still so kind. he loves pokémon and animals and mirror selfies and dancing; he adores kids and wants to make sure they know they are loved because he knows all too well what that coldness feels like. he loves to play pranks and mess around because truly, he is still a child. he is not mean or rude or selfish; in fact, this beautiful soul that so many people seem to impose these beliefs on, is the same person who said this about enhypen:

we take care of each other when we’re having a hard time or feeling sad … looking back now, i think it was fate for us to be together. i’m happy to have been able to debut with them.

and, the same person that said this about sunoo:

sunoo hyung is someone who is always bright and smiles a lot. like a member that lightens up the mood, and for that i’m very grateful … and, whenever i look at sunoo hyung, i feel really happy … sunoo hyung, thank you.

there are more examples, but from these two alone, you can feel his sensitivity and his love and his gratitude and his determination. riki is soft, and he takes great joy in complimenting his members. he loves to see himself improve. he cares deeply about the people he cherishes and holds them close to his heart. riki is sweet and thoughtful. to me, he is a blanket on a cool winter’s evening; tender and warm and something that picks you up after a long day of getting put down. riki is a kind soul with a gentle heart, and i wish more people would appreciate that.

anyways … riki <3

[lucifer-kane]

If you had to recommend one Shaperaverse song to a person to try and entice them to listen, what would you choose?

[onlythebravest]

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[bonewhiteglory]

I started volunteering in my friend’s kindergarten last month and like… I love these kids so much it’s unreal. They’re so sweet and weird! One of the kids drew me this killer Mario art and I’m gonna frame it and hang it on my wall.

[thereadersideofvee]

It's my last night in my home. Bags are packed. Everyone else is asleep. Naturally, I can't sleep. And because I cannot carry all my things with me, I am sat here going through it for the last time. Turns out, I have a Lot of diary entries from the last 4 years, most of which I do not remember writing. Reading the thoughts and experiences of the 19 year old me feels so weird!! Reading about the "conversations" I used to have with a certain "someone" who is no longer a part of my life (for the absolute good) is making me question all of my life choices. Reading about my failed attempts at becoming an extrovert is giving me a good laugh. Reading about my first day of college and the "speech" I had written about it after now being graduated feels so surreal! Thinking about how that 19 year old girl had so many hopes for these past four years. And how none of what she had hoped for and wished for turned out to be true. But also about the dreams he hadn't dreamed yet, but is now on her way to fulfill them! I do not know how to process so many emotions. I have cried about leaving my home a lot in the last few weeks. But on my last day here, I'm numb. When I want to cry, no tears fall. When I don't want to, they fall like it's their sole purpose of existence (which it is but you get what I mean). I cried in front of my mother. I'm about to cry now. I'm gonna be a mess at the airport tomorrow. I know I can't 'have it all' but sometimes I pray really, really hard that I could. I don't know how I'm gonna live without my family. I don't know how I'm gonna survive without my brother. I don't know if I'll be living my dream or if everything will come crashing down. I don't know if I'll be able to survive the cut throat competition and succeed or I'll end up regretting all my choices. All I know is I have to trick my mind into being strong, I have to give my absolute freaking best, I need to keep trying, I need to hold it together and just hope that I don't lose all that I have now in the process. (cue tears)

[semiotomatics]

tw gore/cannibalism, i guess???? talking abt the last dream i had

i wld say my most common anxiety dream (if not just my most common dream in general) is that im being chased by someone who wants to kill me. its not always the same person (if i ever even see them at all—sometimes i dont, i just know theyre there), its not always the same place, but the goal is always the same: dont get caught.

so last night i had one of those dreams (i ran out of one of my meds and havent gone to get it refilled, which i think is why ive started having bad dreams again) where i was being chased by some Faceless Murderer. and i was doing a pretty good job of evading them, tho ofc the fear/anxiety was still there since, yknow, anxiety dream.

but then, they do catch up to me, which is usually when i force myself to wake up (since i dont actually want to be murdered in my dreams). except!! i dont wake up!! yknow what i do instead?

fucking skin them alive holy shit

i think my brain skipped over most of the flaying bc tbh i dont think it even knows how to do that sort of thing, cause the next thing i know im just looking at this dudes disembodied, completely degloved hand (if you dont know what degloving is, DONT look it up w safe search off).

and ofc bc im a nerd my very first thought upon seeing it was "wow, what a clean job, you can still see all his veins and arteries". i was even pointing them out to whoever was with me, like i was giving an anatomy presentation SLFHSJF. i came across his ribcage too, and literally opened it up so i cld see his heart and lungs and stuff 😭 what the fuck yall

anyway, more dreamplot stuff happened and then the "final scene" was me in some kind of diner with nameless companion, like, celebrating the fact that we killed this guy? which was kinda weird but honestly fine, its not like this was a real guy and he very much WAS going to kill me if he caught me, so.

and then we get served our meal and i cant remember who tells me or how i find out but basically the soup i got was made out of the dude 😭 and in the moment i wasnt, yknow, absolutely horrified, i was just like "ah yes, poetic justice" like what???? was the dude gonna eat me if he caught me??? (honestly not implausible, a lot of my animal-based nightmares end in getting eaten alive)

anyway the soup just tasted like a hearty tomato soup (NO PUN INTENDED I FUCKING HOPE)

but anyway, believe it or not the weirdest part of the dream (to me anyway) was the very last "scene", where we're sitting there eating this Man Soup and celebrating killing a dude, and then the door to the diner opens and in walks the dude we killed. and in the dream im not confused or horrified or anything, im just like "ah yes, he must have regenerated himself", which????? sure, okay, the dude regenerated himself somehow. but he spots me and as we look at each other i dont feel any fear, im like? at peace? like i feel forgiveness somehow. and meanwhile he has an expression of, i stg, gratitude. and the very last thing i do is stand up and open up my arms in a "cmere, lets hug it out" gesture. and then i wake up.

so like. kinda fucked up right?

[twotangledsisters]

New Dream Illustration + Announcement? (kinda)

First, look at this pretty piece:

∘⟡˖* Do not repost ∘⟡˖*

I'm very happy with this piece, gentle as they are.

Took about 2 hours in procreate, and credit to Mellon_Soup who's pose ideas keep coming up on my fyp and are sooo cute and inspiring!

I have too many drawings ideas because of them!

But onto the 'announcement'!

So, I was asked a while back if I'd be partaking in New Dream Appreciation Week... and at the time I said I 'most likely would not' due to some unfortunate, unkind words left in my ask-box.

But since then @the-writer1988 actually helped me by asking around and finding out you can block (and report because some of those asks were vile!) anonymous asks... I feel dumb for not knowing that before, but I feel far more relief and joy because since blocking those asks, there has been ZERO hate in my ask-box.

Tumblr has become once more a site I enjoy booting up rather than fearful of what I'll find.

So because of that I thought I'd maybe do a piece or two for appreciation week... And because once I start I tend to spiral out of control, I did a piece for each day, with varying levels of quality (possibly getting worse as the days go by as my drawing energy dwindled).

So the announcement is: I will actually be partaking in Appreciation Week. I lied to you before.... Unknowingly.

Which is also why I didn't have any art to share for a while because I had to save it all!

Anyway, that's all, thankyou!

[shima-draws]

There’s nothing quite like getting a wedding invitation from the guy you used to have a crush on in high school

[orcelito]

Salty bitch in me sooooo satisfied by the fact that I probably make more money than the person who made my life hell last year lmfaooooo

[dteamhugs]

I wanted to look for something in my twitter bookmarks and took a glimpse of my home page and that was enough to make me anxious, great

[lyctorgideon]

noticing a lot more anxiety than usual lately… hmm.