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grrr writing the topics on wings is so stress inducing as much as I enjoy delving into it.
The story is at its core about xenophobia (and inevitably, eugenics) and as much as I love my beta readers my lovely close friends I share my stories with, they are all white americans that dont really know the lived experience of that like I do, so most of the criticism I rely on is me being self critical and doing research and THATS SCARY.
#I want to write it I am writing it but my ocd KILLS ME when it comes to writing this story#maybe one day I will be confident enough to ask if any of my other poc friends want to beta read#I dont think the kind of story I'm writing is intrinsically linked to being just latine so it really could be anyone who Gets It#also eugenics doesn't only impact xenophobia so the story also delves into things like sexism and queerphobia and ableism#but asking is scary#I am real scared of everything ever all the time you see#canischat
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watching bridgerton and obviously there were a lot of things wrong with the way socializing has worked in the past, but honestly the idea of a "calling hour" is so appealing. office hours for friendship. you can show up unannounced at my home between 1 and 3pm. you must leave by 3pm. I may give you a pastry. lets bring that back
#bridgerton#lauren says things#i know the calling hour is for romantic prospects#(at least in bridgerton)#but there IS something to be said for having social rules! I like it to an extent!#no I don't have a panic disorder rooted in social anxiety why are you asking me that#and tbf one CAN just do this!#but working out social contracts with friends is hard and scary lol
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What's your take on Odysseus's trauma and recovery back in Ithaca?
*looks at all the comics I made*
Lol but really, I realistically expect it to be severely rocky. He��ll have good days, mostly bad days, but what keeps him grounded is of course his family, you know?
But imagine losing your entire fleet under your command...
...only to come back to an entire population of thousands of people, expecting that you will lead them.
What if he fails again?
#it's scary to go back believing that the loss was equivalent (even worse) than your win#Odysseus probably couldn't even function well as a king early in his return (and this time the other politicians weren't as forgiving)#thankfully his son is there#which is another comic for another day :P#Odysseus#Penelope#Telemachus#Epic the Ithaca saga#EPIC the musical#EPIC#The Odyssey#InSomniphic's Art#InSomniphic's Asks
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The Ghost Buckeye (Junonia prosopon), descended from a species driven to extinction by urbanization and habitat loss, has evolved specifically to ward off humans. When intimidated, they display the uncanny face-like patterns on their wings. The image it creates has inspired many legends about unearthly distorted creatures, and has consecrated entire areas of forest as haunted.
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Quarters only, please [x <- prints here]
(done in procreate)
#piratedllama art#horror art#liminal#digital art#realism#procreate#digital painting#animals in weird places#shoebill stork#laundromat#hi this took 49.5 hours#32 hours spent on rendering the washing machines#and you may ask 'why did you do that?'#and to that i would reply#idk#just for kicks and giggles#liminal art#scary bird#bird art#horror#liminal horror#surrealism#llerbles
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hey btw if you're in the USA at 2:20 p.m. ET on Wednesday, Oct. 4, they're testing the emergency broadcast system. your phone is probably going to make a really loud noise, even if it's on silent. there's a backup date on the 11th if they need to postpone it.
if you're not in a safe situation and have an extra phone, you should turn that phone completely off beforehand.
additionally, if you're like me, and are easily startled; i recommend treating it like a party. have a countdown or something. be surrounded by your loved ones. take the actions you personally need to take to make yourself safe.
i have already seen mockery towards any person who feels nervous about this. for the record, it completely, completely valid to have "emergency broadcast sounds" be an anxiety trigger. do not let other people make fun of you for that. emergency sounds are legitimately engineered to make us take action; those of us with high levels of anxiety and/or neurodivergence are already pre-disposed to have a Bad Time. sometimes it is best to acknowledge that the situation will be triggering for some, and to prepare for that; rather than just saying "well that's stupid, it's just a test."
"loud scary sound time" isn't like, my favorite thing, but we can at least try to prevent some additional anxiety by preparing for it. maybe get yourself a cake? noise cancelling headphones? the new hozier album? whatever helps. love u, hope you're okay. we are gonna ride it out together.
#watching ppl go from being like ''support neurodivergent ppl~~!"#to being like ''if this is going to give u a panic attack ur fuckken stupid''#like..... gets me#yeah man. i know im going to be triggered by it . in the old fashioned term. it is GOING to give me a panic attack. it's pretty much certai#and i shouldn't have to tell u about what i have survived for you to be okay with that.#you can just trust that i ALSO don't want me to react to it. i'm not gonna be having a FUN time.#dismissing that bc you think it's stupid.... like is the whole problem.#these sounds are workshopped by entire teams of people to get you to pay attention and move quickly.#they arent meant to be fun and exciting.#OBVIOUSLY it's gonna set ppl off.#but yeah there's something so fuckken demeaning about ppl being like. well that trigger isn't valid bc u haven't undergone X#dude i have ptsd bc i was abused as a child. like plain and simple. the fact im 30 and afraid of the dark tells you how bad it was.#i shouldn't have to ask u for permission to be mentally ill.#the reason it's a fucking disorder and not a fucking choice is that I DO NOT CONTROL IT.#like how is it any different from when ppl are like ''oh public speaking isn't that scary'' like FOR YOU#for YOU this isn't scary. now if i could fucking eat my own amygdala...
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Being even more cringe than usual
Featuring my friends drawing of Joel, who I’m pretty sure they don’t even know, @dustystripe is the friend
#fanart#hermitblr#hermitcraft#geminitay#smallishbeans#hermits#minecraft#god I’m getting cringer by the day#mcyt fanart#mcyt#mcytblr#hermitcraft season 10#idk why I made gem a lion fish but I just think they look cool#plus I mean they’re pretty scary so it fits or whatever#Joel is a tanuki because I asked my friend out of context if I should do shrek ears or tanuki#what do people even tag stuff#ugh#posting for different fandoms is so annoying because I have to learn the tags#be prepared for my next 20 posts to be hermitcraft#I’m sorry to my booster gold heads#joel smallishbeans#do they have a duo name or some shit#aughhhh#and are duo names even different than ship names? I’m unclear on that#bilby art tag#artists on tumblr
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TRICK OR TREAT...
TRICK!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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First art of the new year is all about re-structuring your internal monologue.
In my early 20s I was working full time in London with many social commitments and a variety of hustles and side projects.
In my later mid 20s I cater to many sensory and social drain needs I have and indulge in special interests while respecting my lower energy reserves and celebrating my different way of processing the world.
Did I get more autistic? Nah. I got less fake.
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[Art description: Three panels showing figures on a black background. Long descriptions follow.
1. A drawing of OP as a person with hip-length hair and a dress standing sadly with her hands clapsed together in front of her. She is coloured a muted rainbow gradient. Behind her, two pairs of nondescript figures chat while smiling. White text says, ‘I’m getting more and more autistic the older I get.’ 2. OP’s colours are brighter, and her expression looks happier. Crayon-like scribbles have crossed out the text from the previous panel. 3. OP’s colours are vibrant, and she balances on one leg and throws her arms out as she dances. The text above has changed to say, ‘I’m becoming more and more myself the older I get.’ \End descriptions]
#urchin art#autism#autistic#neurodivergent#neurodiversity#actually autistic#autistic things#autistic adult#autistic artist#autistic community#listen- the process of unmasking every fiber of your fabricated being is difficult#figuring out who you are behind the mask is scary#but continuing to act in a play where only you got no script is officially cringe#(this is me waxing poetic I am very aware of the safety needs of masking but that's not the point)#the point is ask yourself#are you getting MORE xyz?#Or are you becoming MORE of you?
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It just occurred to me that Poseidon's "I've been waiting for this moment" line in Get In The Water implies that he's literally been waiting on the shores of Ithaca for several years for Odysseus to return.
Now I can't stop thinking about the potential for several incidents happening over the years where a random Ithacan(?) Would spot horseidon on the beach, do a double-take because "wait, horses can't live on this island" (if I remember correctly), and then when they look again, horse is either straight up gone or staring directly into their soul.
I always imagine Poseidon waiting right there at the shore, sulking over how long it took Odysseus to finally get there.
#Tho having a scary horse haunting the beaches of Ithaca is funny too!#asks#epic the musical#horse!poseidon#horseidon#swan!apollo
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The Case of the Devlin House (Reverse Verse!) as commissioned by @i-am-as-normal-as-you-are everyone thank Haunted!
The father of the Devlin family murdered his wife and children one night, and no one knows why. While investigating the case, Edwin finds a letter from the eldest daughter, in which she expressed her desire to go to college to get away from her father... and closer to the girl she loved. The family has been stuck in a loop since that awful night, and now Edwin is too.
Bonus:
#ask ask ask#dead boy detectives#dbda#payneland#edwin x charles#reverse verse#the devlin loop#introducing: the gurls#niko has lost her memories of course but she subconsciously picks clothes that remind her of the attire she wore as a priestess#crystal doesn't necessarily think she can stab a ghost but she can try#charles and edwin are straight up not having a good time#which reminds me#cw homophobia#charles resents Niko and is now forced to work with her#he's also very scary and angry#and yes he is implying he's the bad man edwin is usually stuck with#edwin suddenly having to confront that this girl#even if she loved another girl#perhaps did not deserve to be murdered with an axe. shocking#and what does that mean for him?#well it means angst for us that's for sure
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thinking about biker! simon going out with his girl and the other guys at a biker bar. reader hasn't really seen how scared people are of simon - who they all call ghost - until she goes to get him another drink. while she's at the bar, a guy comes over trying to hit on her. then this hulking, 6'4 guy in a skull mask appears and the guy is ready to run out of the bar. simon didn't even have to talk just glare. while readers like ???
ITS BEEN YEARS SINCE THIS WAS SENT IM SORRY FOR JUST REPLYING NOW :(( BUT YES ABSOLUTELY YES!! my stomach swooped when i saw this hhhhh im actually kicking my legs n twirling my hair n everythingg!!
naturally, im bad at making drabbles because this turned out long again :’) im sorry
biker!simon mlist // star divider by @/plutism <33
simon’s hand is warm on the small of your back as he leads you further into the bar. you shuffle along his languid steps, head swivelling as you try to find familiar faces in the crowd – so far, none yet.
simon chuckles from beside you, and you peer up at him only to see his eyes crinkled from underneath his balaclava, no doubt smiling at you. he bows his head closer towards yours, trying, in vain, to devour as much of the space made by the height difference between you two.
“what?”
“nothin’, sweet girl.” he presses his covered lips on the top of your head, breathing you in. “come on, i see ‘em.”
he shifts the two of you, the hand that’s settled on the small of your back gliding until it hooks around your waist, pulling you ever so closer to him. protective. possessive. it makes you hum in delight, happiness thrumming underneath your skin.
(you don’t notice the way many people shift to get out of simon’s way; heads downturned as though afraid of even meeting his eyes. you don’t notice the way they turn to each other when you two passed by, as though making sure that it was simon they saw. simon – ghost – with a sweet darling pressed to his side, his bulk warding away stray gazes. you don’t notice the way they huddle with each other, whispering promises that ghost’s girl should always be protected. because yes they fear ghost, but more than that, loyalty to each other is stronger.)
he leads you towards a small pack by the far side, the table doused less in light than the rest of the bar. johnny’s already turned towards you and simon, watching with a grin as you two make it across. kyle’s seated beside him, the younger man leaned to watch the ongoing hockey game. then you see the back of john’s familiar head, his beloved boonie slung around his neck.
“finally made it, huh lass?” johnny says in greeting, snagging the attention of both kyle and john, the two of them chiming in their own hello’s. you smile, waving at them as you claim the empty seat between simon and john.
“had to make a quick stop at 7-11,” simon responds, his hand curling at one of the legs of your chair before pulling you towards him. the metal squeaks against the tiles, the sound thankfully drowned out by the loud bass.
“oh did you?” john asks, ignoring whatever simon did given how they’re all so used to his soft displays of possessiveness. he offers you a smile when you turn to him with a nod.
“had to buy, um, medicine for my stomachache.”
it’s endearing how their faces shift so fast, little smiles falling as worry takes over. even simon, whose hand is draped on your thigh, tenses, gripping as though he was remembering how he heard your pained whimper or saw you sniffling as the ache echoed, throbbing just below your ribs, choking you up.
“are you feeling any better? did it subside now, at least?” kyle asks.
you nod, quick to reassure them. “the medicine worked! i’m feelin’ better, i promise!”
they relax, tensed shoulders going lax as life flutters back into the table. you smile before sinking ever so closer to simon’s side, shying away from the intensity of their affections for you – your own little band of brotherhood, visceral in the way they care for you.
simon’s grip loosens on your thigh, choosing instead to massage the muscle tenderly. you hum, turning to ask him what he’s getting.
“whiskey, maybe,” he murmurs, his voice muffled by his mask. “you getting your bellini today, love?”
“yes please,” you reply, blinking up at him.
his eyes crinkle again, a telltale sign of his smile, before he pats your thigh and gets up to place the order.
you turn to the group, tuning into johnny’s rambling, listening to him recounting his rally. it was the one you weren’t able to go to because of work, johnny having to reassure you multiple times (even through text) that it’s fine that you’re missing it. so you listened, enraptured, nose scrunching in confusion whenever johnny slips into heavy scottish in his excitement.
“english, mactavish,” simon sighs as he falls back to his seat, startling you. you see johnny flip him off and you make eye contact with kyle, sharing twin looks of exasperation.
simon slides you your bellini and you whisper a thanks, trilling when he noses the top of your head again – your clingy boy.
the conversation rises and falls, sometimes leaving your mind wandering when they start talking about shop, sometimes catching your attention so much that you find yourself leaning on the table, breathless and wide-eyed as you listen to their bike stories – johnny had continued about his rally, kyle talked about the repairs he did for a client who he’s sure is on the run, and john shared that horrifying experience he had on his way home where he thinks he saw a floating woman by the east side highway.
“your turn, big guy,” you say, tapping simon’s knee.
simon finishes his whiskey – his balaclava tugged just enough to show his chin and his lips – before plopping the empty glass on the table with a sigh. you huff a fond laugh, knowing that one glass isn’t enough to satiate the thirst so you dust imaginary dirt off your skirt before standing up.
he tilts his head up in question, arm still hooked around your waist.
“gonna grab us more drinks,” you say. “oh, tell ‘em about the gas station incident!”
he grunts, nodding, and yet he refuses to budge. you fondly roll your eyes and turn to the others. “drinks?”
they all shake their head, johnny specifically saying he’d have to order for himself because he’d want to try the house specialties. you nod, pinching simon’s arm as you dance away from him with a bitten grin, before making your way to the bar.
you prattle away your order, telling the bartender to add the tab to your table, and hover, swaying to the music. it’s a foreign rock band playing, the bass and drums reverberating loudly, you can feel the vibrations pulsing along your body, and you almost get lost in your own thoughts when a hand slides to your back.
you startle, mind quickly cataloguing that this isn’t simon. because simon, for all his impressive silence and his displays of possessiveness, never sneaks up on you like this. he has never let you doubt your safety while with him. so you back away from the stranger’s touch, your hands pressed close to your chest before finally turning to see who went up to you.
the man, who seems to be about your age, smiles upon seeing your face. “hey there, angel.”
the pet name makes you nauseous and your stomach churns once again. you have to ask for the medicine from simon when you return to the table.
“hi,” you squeak, not letting him off your sight.
“you seem new here. i am too.” he laughs, scratching his neck. then, “it really ain’t my scene.”
“uh-huh,” you say, not knowing what else to tell him.
his chuckles peter out, a suave smile replacing what had been an awkward display of forced laughter. he clears his throat. “so, what’s a sweet thing like you doing alone here?”
“she ain’t alone, kid,” the bartender answers for you and you turn to him, surprised, before thanking him as he presents you with your whiskey and bellini.
the bartender nods to you in reply before crossing his arms in front of his chest and addresses the stranger again. “go bother someone else.”
the man arches a brow in question, his lips pursing in distaste. “oh yeah? she seems pretty available to me.”
the phrase hits you badly.
your anxiousness bleeds away to make room for your ire and you snarl, dropping your hands from where they’re pressed on your chest to rest them on your hips.
“what did you just say?” you ask, your voice a measured anger. “i’m fucking what now?”
he raises his hands up like he’s pacifying you. “hey, hey. didn’t mean that, my pretty girl-”
“she’s not your anything, you mad wanker.”
the sound of simon’s voice makes you settle, a wave of safety and comfort washing over you, dousing the angry churning in the pit in your stomach. simon steps from behind the stranger, towering over him, before moving to stand beside you. his hand hovers, questioning, and you give him a soft nod that gets simon pulling you close to him. his hand falls to the small of your back, caressing, and you wonder if he knows that the man had grazed his hand there just minutes ago. if simon’s doing this to overwrite the unpleasant feeling that was sticking to you.
“oh,” the stranger breathes out and you notice the way his hands are trembling, the tight balls of his fists turning his knuckles white. “i, uh, i’m sorry, ghost.” then he’s off, running out of the bar with his tail tucked between his legs.
you huff at the realization that the mad man didn’t even apologize to you. what a fucking prick.
“you doin’ alright there, baby?” simon asks, pulling you to him. he settles on an empty bar stool – you are sure those were filled just minutes ago… – and tugs you so that you are standing between his legs.
he cups your cheeks, thumbs tracing lines just underneath your eyes, and it makes you drag a shaky inhale.
“i’m sorry, sweetheart. i should’ve accompanied you.” simon sounds distressed, his eyes furrowed in the intensity of his worry.
you coo at him, it’s your turn to cup his jaw this time. “i’m alright, si. i promise.”
he shifts his eyes between yours, searching for anything besides the truth, and he folds himself into you when he sees that you mean it. you laugh, patting at his head, wishing that he doesn’t have his balaclava so you can play with his hair, before turning to the bartender who, in the sudden absence of customers by the counter, is watching you two with a pinched smile.
“thank you again,” you tell him and he grunts, nodding. simon straightens up and groans as he stands, his big body unaccustomed to the tiny bar stools.
“yeah,” he says, addressing the bartender. “thanks for bein’ here for my girl, alex.”
the bartender – alex – just waves his hand around in dismissal. “it’s nothin’, really. now go away, i want customers.”
simon and alex laugh, sharing an inside joke, and you swivel your head around in confusion because now that alex had mentioned it, where did everyone go? and why are they all huddled together, far from the bar?
simon closes his hand on your wrist and pulls. you barely manage a goodbye to alex who waves at you in reply.
…alex?
“wait. that’s alex?”
best believe that simon has connections anywhere he goes. if not for himself, it’s for his girl!!!
me, shamefully staring at the word count (1.8k) of what should’ve been a drabble: well now…
#suns.f#biker!simon#simon ghost riley x reader#simon riley x reader#ghost x reader#simon ghost riley#simon riley#anon#ask#suns#deviously screaming!! i love scary ghost but a sweetheart to his girl <333 thank u sm anon for this i hope u like it hhhhh
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AH<3 your Withered Bonnie is so amazing I love him !!<3
It’s funny how I drew Withered before vs the newest comic,,
#ask reply#withered maybe scary but also he is very silly#silly mode activated#got I love withered Bonnie’s design we better get him in the next movie#HIS DESIGN goes too hard not to#I should draw the other withereds sometime#along with the toys too! I’ve drawn only mangle so far#more fnaf 2 content I have to 🙏🏾
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slightly obsessed with the idea of getting muzzled, partially for the kink and partially just for the uhhh symbolism. its the being restrained, being on a tight leash, the helplessness of not being able to fight back or get away from whatever they decide to do to you but its also the implications, being muzzled implies youre a dangerous animal, an attack dog, being muzzled implies that you can and will do damage, will pierce their skin, will tear them to shreds, and the fact that they're aware of that and taking those weapons away leaves you with such a delicious feeling of helplessness. just a dog on a chain, a wild animal backed into a corner that can't run and cant fight, its the being at the mercy of someone else, someone you know doesn't have your best interests at heart, its the fear and excitement of knowing that they could do anything to you and not knowing what they're going to choose
#dogbone#asexual kink#fear kink#puppy sub#t4t nsft#i wanna buy a big bulky muzzle sooooo bad#wanna not be able to bite them#but i also wanna look big and scary#like an animal posturing to try and get bigger more dangerous animals to leave it alone#puppy space#listen man#i just wanna cosplay as a guard dog#is that too much to ask
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what if im scared of noses. what then.
dont click on the readmore then
BOO!!!! 👃 THATS THE NOSE 👃 THE NOSE ATTACK 👃 ITS HERE 👃 IT'S COMING AFTER YOU 👃 SCARY!!!!!!
👃 LOOK AT IT GO 👃💨💨💨💨💨💨 IT'S HUFFIN AND PUFFIN!!!!!!
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DP x DC Prompt: Selina Kyle has to awkwardly explain to Bruce about the weird meta girl (Dani) who just sort of comes and goes from Selina's home like a feral cat no matter where she happens to live.
"... so she's who?"
"My new kitten," Selina replied smoothly.
Bruce looked at the young girl who was drinking Selina's soda with one hand on her phone and the other on a cat in her lap as she sat at the kitchen table.
"Selina, that is a person."
Selina said, "No, Bruce, that is my new kitten."
Bruce sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. "Selina— this is very irresponsible! Where are her parents?"
"She doesn't have any. I just feed her and she leaves. If she wants to, she can take a shower here too."
Selina walked over to the girl and patted her head. The girl paused and then sulked, but didn't say anything as she continued to look at her cracked phone. When Selina did it again, she gave a small hiss, pouting at her before turning back to her device.
Selina brandished her arms towards her, eyebrows raised expectantly, as if to say, "Isn't she cute??"
Bruce sighed and looked up at the ceiling.
How on earth did he fall in love with a woman who had an adoption addiction just as bad as his again?
#i'm ngl I try not to tag Bruce bc I don't want to crowd the DC tag too much (and Bruce fans are scary) so these tags will be awkward#dc x dp#dp x dc#danny phantom x dc#dp x dc crossover#dpxdc#dcxdp#dani fenton#dani phantom#danielle fenton#danielle phantom#anon ask#ask#ty for the ask!#selina kyle#bruce x selina#dani is a stray cat
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