#be done with eveyrthing

[aquaticflora]

im playing one of my oc's in a killing game on discord and he's one of my more jokey characters and he's at a point where he's so broken to the point I Don't Think I Can Fix Him and it's stressing me out

[snudartchaikovsky]

YAMI WITH HAIR DOWN >>

[iiscpr]

ily pookie

[zrllosyn-art]

i love your oc haru so much. he;s like if a man & woman had a baby

LMAO thank you for likin my lil guy!! he is my current favorite.

(also accurate)

i have literally over 100 pages of sketches of this guy rn it is dire

[aroace-poly-show]

WHAT THE FUCK

[twerkstallion]

hoping to get the next installment of PYBO out in the coming weeks. itll be in the 12k range, 3 chapters. its chronologically the first part in the series also.

[shiroolynn]

Last exam of this semester lets gooooo aaaa

[discountwives]

sorry @ all my commi//ssioners for the delay in your piece! i had a lot of family stuff going on and then,,, the past couple days ive been super sick (out of no where too its kinda weird) im gonna get some sketches done today but im gonna be out and about from the 23rd-30th for Chris//tmas stuff (big family hurrah.) Thank you sm for your patience ;_; !!

[gazingatmydoom]

need to go do PoH just so i can fight sisters of battle whenever i want hhhrrrgggg

[verashalurks]

IDKWHEREIPUTMYAIRPODSANDIMGOINGINSANE

PLEASEGODILLBEGOOD

JUSTLETMEFINDTHEM

[phlurrii]

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I both hated and love this update, seasonal depression came around and whooped me hard this year. Causing me to get very stuck on my script, so while the visuals were mostly done, I could not word for the life of me. But it’s here! I did it! With some assistance form @pokemon-ash-aus again who sincerely kept me from losing my total sanity X3

Really hope you all love this update as I can say solidly from here, it’s a straight shot to Noe’s arc. Eveyrthing is downhill ans if you think it’s going uphill, you are wrong, get ready, it’s gonna be a funky next few months ;3

[deathnguts]

Academic rivals to lovers Bartylus, my interpretation yippee

Regulus is the golden spare child that needs to be number one to convince himself and his family he’s worth anything, let alone nearly as much as his brother was, and is constantly working himself to the very bone to try and prove to literally everyone watching that he’s something. He doesn’t have real friends, his family barely acknowledges him anyway, he doesn’t have a single hobby that he doesn’t turn into a competition with himself, all he has is results. Everything he does, he needs to win. Everything he does, he never does well enough. He’s a tortured student/artist who knows how to play every instrument, memorized every dance, studied for every test, and made it all look flawless just so that no one would see how hard he had to work to be flawless. No one can know he isn’t actually good at anything, not to himself anyway, not right away anyway. Not in a way that matters anyway. And people are blinded by gold, so he’ll get it every time to distract them. And it works. People love the idea of regulus, he’s popular for his name and for what he’s accomplished and people find how driven and mysteriously closed off he is endearing. He knows this, people liking the look and first taste of him has always been the norm for him, it’s just part of his life. Part of the image that’s built itself for him as he just helplessly watched.

Barty who’s the only child, the perfect son, who has just always been number one. He was never challenged academically and never thought it needed to challenge himself, who needs to do that? Things are easy for him and they always have been, he takes pride in that. Getting everything right and being told how good he did is his norm. He’s always glazed past average, and never broken a sweat, He understands and excels at everything the first run through, he flashes a smile and people fall in line, he plays a ditz or oblivious to make it fun, but he knows what he is. Everyone sees the brilliantly bright boy, the minister’s perfect son who would surely never step out of line and surely acts with the good intentions his father surely has and passed down to him, and he lets them believe that. He molds himself so they will, actually. Work is easy, interaction isn’t. Numbers are easy, people are not. That’s the challenge. And he doesn’t know how to rise to it. Everyday is a battle for him to desperately keep a delicately sifted image together and puppeteered to perfection every single day. No one truly knows him, he’s not even sure he truly knows himself. He just knows that if anyone did, they’d run. There’s something wrong with him and he knows it, he just can’t let anyone else catch on.

So you take these two absolute messes who no one else even suspects are messes and you put them in a room and they sniff each other out immediately. No one else has ever looked beneath their surfaces and no one else has ever done it so well, and that’s terrifying. They look at one another and they see a threat to eveyrthing they’ve built for themselves. They look at each other and they see how one carelessly excels where they desperately claw to be average at and they practically itch with hate.

Regulus meets Barty and his fists clench with how easily everything comes to him and easily the praise follows. Barty meets regulus and his eye twitches from how easily people fall in line around him and he won’t fall in line for Barty. Barty’s the first person Regulus has met who’s undeniably considered his level without working for it or even taking it seriously. Regulus is the first person Barty has met who has seen right through him and glared back into the void that is himself instead of running away.

They hate it. They hate being seen this way: at their truest, at their worst. And they take it out on each other. It turns into not only a game of who gets first place, but who can expose the other as a fraud first without ruining their own reputation in the process.

It’s starts as childish and purely spiteful with little to no actual ammo from either side because all they actually have on each other is a ‘bad feeling.’ But their weird obsession with one another quickly leads to them learning things and the using that to either beat them or embarrass them. Sometimes it’s a battle of words, sometimes it’s sabotage, sometimes it’s socially networking a downfall, but it’s always reliant on wits. As they get older it goes from blind seething rage to just the status quo. It’s known they don’t like each other but it’s more a running joke to everyone watching. It’s never a joke to them but it does start to become just an idea. They go from fighting like cats when in the same room to biting but playful banter when left alone together.

Because there is something in being seen. It’s scary, but it’s not anything anyone else will give them. Being perfect is tiring, being themselves is tiring. Sometimes it’s actually nice to know in full confidence there is someone out there who knows you aren’t and will act the same as they always have in the face of that. Begrudgingly, they understand each other and that leads to an understanding that no one else does and no one else will so who cares. They have their perfect images, the poke at each other and always take the opportunity when it comes to mess with them, but when they’re alone they feel more real and strangely comfortable than ever. It’s hard not to crave that, or at least take solace in it.

So when they have this realization, at first it’s polarizing on both sides. They don’t want to acknowledge their feelings might be changing or at least softening over time because that would be admitting they were wrong. About each other and about themselves and about everything they’ve done. So they don’t, for a really long time. But they do come to a silent and sobering agreement in inadvertently searching for one another in crowds at parties and then disappearing together to get away from them to just breathe. They do learn that the other is actually an invaluable ally to have in many places, and they learn on top of that they’re actually privy to that help now.

Since when, who knows, and it always comes with jabs and smirks and rolling eyes to match, but deep down they’re craving that too? They like being around each other, both for the release it offers themselves, but also for the release it offers the other? They like being safe to someone, especially if it’s them? They like letting the other win sometimes because they like seeing their smile? They like being teased when it’s them because they like talking to them? Fuck… they’re in deep shit, aren’t they?

[number1caesarclownhater]

1/3 CAESAR CLOWN DOODLE

i was SUFFERING drawing the gas oml 😭 anyways when im fully done with caesar clowns bit of the drawing i wont show it im just imedinatly coloring eveyrthing in cause i know yall tired of me spamming posts 💀

RAAAGHHHHH

[alkalineleak]

i can make stories thatre So fleshy and broken boned.Come closer

how do people get attached to multiple ocs and stories this shit is hard to obsess over. Im being so brave about it though

[atinyladybug-art]

Recollection AU Gears has been haunting my mind lately and I'm going to ramble about it here.

Recollection AU Gears who was Founder's Factotum before becoming O5-1 himself. Who felt so sick and hated working with Founder and hates hates hates it because he has to put on a cold face when he wants to help people and put them at ease. But he's good at his job and he's one of the bests.

Then he becomes O5-1 (Not sure if Im making founder Administrator or like, founder dies.) and it's somehow WRONG to him. He's good at his job but he's not happy and he hates being in the council and he hates being watched and having extra expectations on him. He hates it that the rest of the council (the old ones anyway) only see him as a continuation of his father and that he's not O5-1 but Charles Odgen Siegel | Dr Gears.

O5 Gears utilising his power and command over the years to make Foundation better. bits by bit, breaking the cycle that Founder has put in. Making things better. And kinder.

O5 Gears, who tries his best to learn all the names and people surrounding him. The factotum that serves him. The directors he has to meet. The Red Right Hand agents he sees like once or twice in his lifetime. Wanting to remember and appreciate every single person that poured their blood, sweat and tears into this goddamned hellhole because that is the least he can do.

O5 Gears, who fought for some of his closest companions to be by his side despite Founder's disapproval. Who insisted he wanted Kain Pathos Crow as his factotum. Who argued against Cowboy AND Founder that Abirt deserves to be on the Council.

O5 Gears, who learns that his daughter is in the Serpent's Hand and learns of her hatred and anger against him. against the foundation. and doing everything in his fucking power to make things right and better so one day when he faces Alison, he can tell her that he's done eveyrthing he can. For her. FOR HER.

Just. fucking. Gears breaking the cycle and rebelling against Founder. Gears loving and loving and loving and loving every one he comes across and every single thing that Founder never did...... A Gears who rebels and loves in his own way....

[crumbles and sobs]

[rins-batcave]

argh my friends hate me and exclude me and its whatever and im flaling apart and i missed the fuckign meeting and now im crying and the head teacher for thayt thinks im an unresponsible bitch and im so fucking done with myself and yet i cant do anything and my fucking dentist told me i did a shit job at everything and im fucking trying my hardest which aparently is nothing and im failing eveyrthing yet cant even bring myself to care