#drained wooooo

[itsanauxine]

Sorry for no updates on anything lately (birbs, art, fanfic) I’m super super busy with final exams atm. Sucks a lot :D. I’m also a teeny bit burnt out from the year and am going on vacation next week so I’ll have time to draw and write and post then.

Thank you for your patience (y’all are NICE), regularly scheduled birbs soon!

Oh yeah well I’m here, current fic :3

It is Renfield (and VERY angsty) but I do plan on writing a Good Omens one I’ve had an idea for once this one is completed. Fandoms are fun :D

[minecraftbed]

hhhhhh oh god oh lord i am so glad i have finished this piece

[mapofthemazeinthemirror]

I'm so behind on consuming Txt comeback content but I have made some progress on both Safe & Familiar and That Time Again? ! I didn't think I'd be writing again so soon!

[samderella]

Living with my in-laws after evacuating from a hurricane be like

I appreciate you love and want to spend time with me, but if you don't let me hide in the guest bedroom and write nonsense for five uninterrupted hours, I will scream

[just-stalking-posts-for-the-lols]

Had to pour some sour milk down the drain. Gotta feed the sewer birds.

[dex-starr]

Unfortunately it is time to go to work

[celaenyx]

Everyday I've carried a heavy burden. Not teen angst surprisingly. The knowledge of a destiny I can't escape. The feeling of being trapped by my duties to my family in order to protect them. I desperately wanted to run away and be free but I knew there were reasons the world didn't turn that way for me just yet. I have walked all day, called many calls and I am exhausted. I pray this time we get the help we need. Apologies for this post being hella obscure but I needed to brain vomit somewhere for a moment and de escalate my mind. As a teen I always thought adults had just *becomes adult* and all adults had by then learned common sense, emotional intelligence, or just any capacity to change their environment.

I was so wrong. I thought my stepdad was evil cuz he hit us and the more I grow up the more I look at my mom and see real spite and manipulation and fear. She is a bubbling pot of anxiety and rage and either causes anger. Incredibly defensive, any slight to her ego means the atmosphere you live within feels like you're in the pitch black water and you can just feel the pressure build. The unknown unspoken moments of rage. You assess where can I hide, who can I call, where will I sleep if I need to escape, how will I eat. For me the answer was parks I'm just greatful I'm here to give my family a better chance.... and deeply terrified I will fuck it all up for my siblings. I'm in my 20s and I am ill equipped to win a battle with the social services. I pray for someone to listen to us, to any god good enough to help. I don't know where to begin researching all the things I need to know and I'm exhausted from emotionally supporting everyone and being a mediator all the time send help or hugs

[absolutepokemontrash]

I’m just imagining MC trying to curb the brothers’ more dangerous sinful urges, both for their own good and the good of the people around them, but it doesn’t always work out, and MC needs to settle for small victories.

Mammon: Gah! Human! It’s in my DNA! I’m hardwired to want things! I’m the demon of greed dammit! I want to steal!

MC: No! No theft!

Mammon: Not even one bit of grand larceny? ONE jewellery store???

MC: NO!

Mammon: MC-

MC: OH FOR THE LOVE OF- go rob that fucking vending machine to get the urges out! Shoo! Shoo!

Mammon: *grumbles on the way to shake the shit out of a vending machine*

——————

MC: So this is called Chess Boxing, you can stimulate your brain in between giving it blunt force trauma, and inflicting it on your opponent!

Satan: I don’t know, MC… I’m not sure if I’ll like i-

*elapsed time: 3 minutes*

Satan, covered in blood, both his own, and otherwise: WOOOOO! CHECKMATE, YOU DUMB MOTHERFUCKER!

Random wrath demon, on the floor: *shaky thumbs up*

—————

MC: This is called competetive eating, Beel.

Beelzebub: So I need to eat all of these humans eating those tacos before the timer runs out. I don’t know, MC, that sounds easy.

MC: Beel- no- you’re eating the tacos. It’s a competition to see who can eat more food, not people.

Beelzebub: Ohhhhh, that sounds much better! :3

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MC: So instead of being such a dick-

Lucifer: You love it.

MC: Shut up. Anyway, instead of being such a dick, you can channel your pride into other things, like putting your brothers’ report cards up on the fridge!

Lucifer: MC, I would do that if they got anything worth being proud of.

MC: Maybe you can be proud of yourself for investing in a fucking tutor then, Ms Trunchbull.

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MC: Belphie- Belphie wake up, we need to find something more sustainable to channel your sloth into.

Belphie: *snore*

MC: …you are a drain on my mental energy.

*MC is immediately swatted by Belphie’s tail*

————

MC: Hey Asmo, you know those incredibly detailed dirty roleplay stories you text me on a regular basis?

Asmo: How could I forget~?

MC: Yeah yeah yeah, so do you want to stop traumatizing me with those and go write a dark romance novel that’ll make some booktok girlie scream over?

Asmo: Oooooo… tempting~!

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MC: Hey Levi, why don’t we envy something attainable so you have something to work towards? Like showering more!

Leviathan: What..? What’s this all about??

MC: I’m just trying to help you grow beyond constantly feeling envy to everyone around you, because you’re pretty great, Levi!

MC: And you can start showing the world you’re great by showering more!

Leviathan: MC, I don’t know…

MC: Watch, you can envy how much I don’t stink! Levi, please, you smell like moldy Monster Energy…

[sealingknight]

I have been thinking on something for a while on a certain aspect of the sound design of stranger things, but I have no way of doing a video BUT I could just do an audio post ig?? like I mostly have my thoughts together on it I just gotta. make it coherent and maybe find the energy one day to actually cut together something. tbh I might just write out the post and wing the rest who knows

[fresasagrias]

well. that's silver's episode done lol

[bochimochi]

Wooooo, i finished him! I actually really, really, like the design i did for him. Its hard to explain my whole thought process without my video but basically, i wanted to give Alastor more radio details, connections to his life when he was alive and make his color scheme mainly black and white because of the era he was born in.

Fun fact- my alastor doesnt really open his mouth, he always has a smile etched on his face. If he speaks, it is through the speaker on his bow tie or through the radio piece on his chest. The only time his mouth opens is when he is draining someones soul and capturing it. One can see the many a souls floating within the speaker and at times can even see the shadows of a heart that does not beat.

Edit: for those wondering and guessing- YES! The skulls are crocodiles. Connected to his life when he was alive in New Orleans and to the episode where we saw Alastor actually keeps animals bones (crocodiles and/or alligators being the ones seen in the episode)

[daryldove]

there's so much negatively and disappointment surrounding the new daryl dixon season. I get people expressing their opinions but wooooo is it draining to read 🥹

the digs at norman however just feel unnecessary

[boa-h]

【Roronoa Zoro】 Small Town Summer

*first fic of the year wooooo!

00

Summers in the small town always felt like the sky had turned into a heater fan. Cicadas cried like a newborn baby and mosquitoes flew in swarms. A girl could be seen sitting in the unpaved streets, her pretty dress now painted with mud and dirt. In front of her, stands a boy with naturally green hair, “Ha! You lost again!” He laughs. A cry that did not belong to the cicadas echoed throughout the street, the girl continued to wipe her endless tears despite her dirty hands, “That wasn’t fair! It wasn’t fair!!” She cried.

01

You and Zoro have lived across the street from each other ever since you were born. With your families being friends, you two hang out very often — basically every day. However, you two are nothing alike, naturally, girls and boys are different. You like to play with your dolls and play house while he watches his Ultraman DVDs on the square block they call a TV. But kids are more energetic, therefore energy needs to be drained by running and playing outside.

Zoro’s kick that landed on your stomach was the start of everything, your loud cries were everything the neighborhood heard that night. Challenges became a normal thing between you and him, with competitiveness engraved in your bones, you never wanted to lose, but you always do. You can’t run faster than him, can’t lift more weights than him, and you’re even shorter.

Years passed slower than ever in the first decade of your life. You can barely remember anything in kindergarten. But you do remember that you and Zoro were in the same class for elementary school. His grades aren’t the best, at least below average of the class. But then again, surprisingly, elementary school had a lot of smart students. Then came junior high school, you two were no longer in the same class, but it was a time where you grew a tad bit taller than Zoro. Grades and height were the two things you surpassed him at.

In high school, coincidentally, the two of you are distributed into the same class once again. Understanding the fact that you and Zoro have known each other since childhood, the teacher arranged for you to be deskmates. If this was elementary school, you would rather move to another class than to sit next to him, this troublemaker could do anything to make you cry. But as years passed, his temper had calmed down a bit, at least he wouldn’t go looking for trouble again, and you were grateful for that. Being deskmates with Zoro wasn’t as bad as you thought it would be, on the contrary, you were glad that you had someone you knew as your deskmate, it somehow made everything easier.

02

When did things start to change? You ask yourself that. He was caring a little too much about you, and you were caring a little too much about him. As you lay with him on his bed, playing on the GameBoy consoles, he asked: “Are you going abroad?”

Your fingers paused on the gaming console, ghosting over the button as if you’re trying to decide on your next move. Your brain now fogged with the question Zoro asked, you closed the console and sat up with a sigh.

Going abroad was a rare opportunity during the time, your grades were the only thing that supported this opportunity, along with the family savings that were barely enough. But your parents wanted you to go abroad, they think you could have a much brighter future there.

“Maybe.” You replied, looking back at him, and he nodded. “What about you, what are you going to do without me?” You joked, “I know you can’t live without me.”

Zoro didn’t deny like you thought he would, “I’m going to do sports. Kendo, perhaps.”

Time flew by like a monster with wings, the College Entrance Exam soon released their scores. The grade you got was what everyone expected, not the best in the state but enough for you to go abroad. The sun was setting and your parents hummed in the kitchen as they prepared for a feast. You look outside the window, Zoro’s house was right there, and you suddenly wondered how he was doing.

A knock was heard on the door, your thoughts were cut off and you rushed to the door. It was Zoro. The sunset rested on his tanned skin and the chilly breeze blew through his short hair.

“How did you do?” Was the first thing he asked.

“Wasn’t bad, good enough to go abroad.”

His shoulders suddenly dropped, “Oh, I see.”

“How did you do?” You returned his question.

“I tried pretty hard, it wasn’t a bad score for me. I got admitted to a decent sports university.” He paused, “Are you really going away?”

“I mean, I would stay, but…” You played with your fingers, thinking for a reasonable answer, but still just shrugged in the end.

Zoro nodded in understanding. “When.”

“As soon as break starts.”

He nodded again.

04

The night before your flight, you asked Zoro out for dinner. It was a popular barbecue restaurant in the center of the city, people chatting and cars honking filled the night air. Maybe because it was too busy, the waiter surprisingly didn’t check Zoro’s ID when he asked for two bottles of beer.

“Surely you’ll get a good beating if your dad finds out about this.” You snickered.

“Tsk, don’t pretend to be innocent, you did steal those money from your parents, didn’t you?” He gestured to the money in your purse that you planned to use to pay for the meal.

“What do you mean “steal.” These are already mine, I just took out a few bills. Plus, it’s me who’s treating you tonight, don't complain.”

Zoro stuffed the meat inside his mouth with his chopsticks before raising both of his arms up in a surrender position, “Ight, whatever you say.”

You didn’t drink during the meal, but strangely you felt a bit drunk too, maybe because the grill was spreading too much heat around, but you felt really happy that night, even when the embarrassing moments of your childhood came out of the mouth of the person sitting in front of you. You couldn’t help but to think back to the sky that was always blue, and the days that always passed too slow.

In front of your house, you two stood on the front steps without a word.

Zoro opened his mouth but paused, he probably changed his mind on what he was about to say.

“I have practice tomorrow, so I won’t be able to send you off.” He says, “Have a safe trip, though.”

You nodded at his words, but didn’t reply.

As he was walking away, he paused in his steps and turned around. The corner of his eyes were a little red, maybe he was holding back tears just like you are as well. “If you ever come back to visit, I’ll be here.”

You squeezed out a smile that was even uglier than a frown, “I’ll keep that in mind.”

05

Summer was as hot as always in the small town. A walk from the newly built train station to back home wasn’t such a long walk but it felt exhausting. A lot of things have changed since the last time you’ve seen this small town. You hurriedly drop off your luggage and greet your parents before walking out of the house again.

A high school class reunion was suggested by someone in the class so here you are, rushing to the restaurant, being late already as your flight was delayed. The delicious smell of food entered your nostrils when you stepped inside the restaurant that was filled with nostalgia, you remember coming here often with friends during high school, it’s a very popular restaurant in the small town, and it still is.

“Sorry I’m late!” You apologized to everyone at the table, your friends’ eyes showed happiness and surprise to your sudden appearance.

“Oh my! I didn’t think you would make it today!” Nami exclaimed as she hurried you over to sit by her side. “Sorry we started without you!”

“Oh no, don’t be sorry.” You laughed, “It’s nice to see everyone.”

You noticed that not everyone was here, including the boy who used to live across from you, maybe some couldn’t make it after all. But the ones who are here greeted you happily, glad that you were here.

“Zoro said he would come after practice today,” Usopp took out his phone to check if he received any new messages, “Well, it is rush hour, a drive from the city to here could take some time.”

“The city?” You ask.

“Yeah, you didn’t know?” Nami cut in.

“No, we sort of lost contact with each other.” You chuckled awkwardly.

It is true, iphones weren’t a thing yet when you left, you had to get a new inserted card, losing your original phone number, plus the fee that came with international calls, you rarely made any calls, aside from perhaps your parents a few times a year. They were the ones who told you about the class reunion.

It turned out that Zoro was a pretty successful swordsman now, having competitions here and there, has a winning strike and has only been defeated by a man named Dracule Mihawk.

“Sorry I’m late!” A familiar voice called out as the restaurant door slammed open, revealing a certain mosshead.

“Oh, Zoro!” Usopp waved.

“Zoro!” His friends cheered.

The man standing in front of you is now taller than before, still with tanned skin and green hair. Sweat ran down his forehead as he caught up with his breath, a few red bumps protruded from his muscular arms, bitten by mosquitoes, you presume.

His gaze locked with yours the moment he sat eyes on the table.

“Oh, you’re back too.” He says.

“What do you mean, of course I am!”

The other people snickered.

“Aright guys, let’s get some more food now that more of our friends are here!” Luffy cheered.

06

Night was silent as you and Zoro walked back to the same old street you guys always walk back to.

“You’re staying in town tonight?” You asked him.

“I always lived in town.” He looked back in confusion, “Where else did you think I was gonna go.”

“I thought you moved to the city.”

He remained silent until you reached your doorstep, “I told you I was going to be here if you ever visit again.”

You were stunned by his words, “I didn’t think you were serious. I mean, your job is in the city now, so I didn’t think…”

You two stood in silence once more, he didn’t say anything. It was you who broke the silence, “Hey, have you ever thought of… I mean,” You struggled with your words, “Have you ever, perhaps, liked me? You know, not in a friendly way, but more of a romantic kind of way?” You asked.

“Huh?! Who would ever like—” Was his immediate response, as if the denial was carved into his bones.

You opened your mouth but nothing came out, that was stupid of you to ask that, it would’ve been a nice summer if you didn’t. You wanted to slap yourself, now your friendship is probably ruined, and he probably doesn’t want to have anything to do with you. “Sorry, I don’t think I should’ve asked that.” You apologized, turning away from him to reach for the doorknob.

“That wasn’t what I meant.” He grabbed your wrist. “What I wanted to say was that I was, and still am, desperately in love with you, okay? I didn’t know how to tell you, after all it was me who made you cry so many times when we were younger. I didn’t know if you would return my feelings. I was a coward, I didn’t want to know the truth.”

You stared into his eyes, realizing he probably did mean what he said, your eyes began to water. You left for so many years and he didn’t even give you a hug, then proceeded to talk about this nonsense that makes you want to cry. Zoro, seeing that you’re not replying to him, thought you still didn’t believe what he just said, so he brought your hand to his chest.

“Feel my heartbeat then, it’s much more sincere than me.”

[firesnap]

This time last year I decided I was going to spend 12 months traveling as much as I could. I used to travel to go to concerts all the time and law school fucking drained me off a lot of my will to do things and then quarantine and all that. So Lovejoy were touring, we knew they were going to tour, and I wanted to see some shows with friends and travel with family and do what I could.

Anyway, here we are near the 1 Year Anniversary of me going up to NYC for the Lovejoy Bowery Ballroom gig. Let's go over all the cities I've been to (both for Lovejoy and just on my own) and have a smile.

New York City

Glasgow

London

Chicago

Barcelona

Nice

Genoa

Rome

Pisa

Florence

Washington DC

Detroit

Santa Monica

Pioneertown (Joshua Tree National Park too)

Brighton

Am I going anywhere else before the year ends? Depends on if works let me because I am getting so much heat for trying to go to a Lovejoy show this week wooooo

[imsoquarky]

Drawing dancing is so difficult but it's my favorite art form and a great way to learn dynamic poses.

I feel like I'd dance more if I had any sense of rhythm or if my body would actually move the way I wanted it to, but I'm happy with just bouncing and twirling if that's what gets me my fix.

Anyways I finally started drawing something other than Ino, which will hopefully get finished tomorrow because after a not great social interaction tonight, I am drained.

Wooooo it's ship art btw, is anybody surprised? Maybe. But I'm not~

[mxblah]

TW: s*xu@l @ss@ult, mention of panic attack and su!c!de

alr time for trauma dump part 2 electric boogaloo! (wooooo) so i don’t know what possessed me to do this but i told my mom (over text mind you) that i got s*xu@lly @ss@ulted by my ex and i was so scared that she wouldn’t believe me but when she responded and she did i started sobbing while walking downtown. wtf is wrong with me??? and then in the midst of my emotional distress i let some of my irl friends pressure get to me and texted my bf apologizing for “going too slow” and then proceeded to have a panic attack for who knows why. also the other day was the 1 year mark of one of my good friends committing su!c!de. i’ve had a very emotionally draining few days to say the least.