WHO tf keeping pads with no wings in production?? Put it in your draws and by the time you walk out the bathroom it’s down the street buying scratch offs at the corner store. Like girl
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ok no yeah i hate human hormones and body chemicals actaully because the anxiety caused some physical symptoms and i had muscle spasms and speech problems for 30ish minutes and i havent had a Moment™️ like that in like 6 months, i think this game is rigged
also, i should stop drinking caffeine. again. attempt 2# at quitting caffeine i believe in us
also 2x i want to art stream. i want to draw. i will force this body to my will
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Chica: We’re finally meeting our new band member today!…..how are you feeling Freddy?
Freddy: Do not worry Chica, I am alright! I look forward to meeting our new band mate.
Staff: Alright! Your new friends just about ready! Are you guys excited to meet them?!
Roxy: Hurry up and show them already! I’ve still gotta do my hair before the show!
Freddy: Aha, Roxy be nice!
Staff: Okay then! Come on out Monty! He’ll be your guy’s new guitarist!
Chica: (why is he wearing HIS glasses….) OH!…it’s nice to meet you!…
Roxy: Lookin cool newbie!……
Monty: Nice ta meet cha ladies! I don’t do good at introductions so let’s just Rock n’ Roll!
Staff: In honor of your “Mentor” you’ll be using his guitar! Show starts in 15 so why don’t you all get acquainted in the meantime?
Monty: Heh, Thanks.
Freddy: (Why... did they give him those….)……(they were his…..they were!-…..I can’t think about this now…)
Freddy: Welcome Monty!….it’s nice to meet you!…
(End.)
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Fuck me OH MY GODDDDDD
I woke up this morning and my neck started hurting
Like, it felt like I could snap my neck in half with a simple movement
So getting up/walking around has been very difficult
And rn I'm just sitting in bed watching old game theory videos
Someone come fucking kill me I swear to god
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All right, I finished this much faster than I was actually expecting, but Mala’s outfit is literally only two colors so that probably helped. Anyways, here’s the next two redesigns/re-plots!
Queen Mala of the Defenders of Caldera Cay has only just been made Queen. She’s had plenty of training, and plenty of unofficial experience due to shadowing her late mother on many political trips and errands around their village. She can handle herself. She knows everything she needs to do and she’s been doing wonderful so far. Her people think so, at least. But Mala is filled with inner self-doubt. Her armor has not yet seen battle, and while peace is wonderful, and only means good things, Mala is worried it makes her seem incompetent. She’s the youngest Monarch Caldera Cay has seen yet, and she knows that there are some Caldera’s who believe she’s not ready for the mantle. She’s desperate to keep her people and their Great Protector, the Eruptodon, safe, especially with the looming threat of Dragon Trappers led by their leaders, the Grimborn Brothers, on the horizon. Mala is set on tradition, but at an age where she starts to question things. She has not had five years of certainty under her battle-seen belt, and is a little more open to persuasion from people with similar views on dragons under the right circumstances.
Chicken is a Berkian Bantam, a hardy breed of Archipelagon chicken usually found on, well, Berk. Berkian Bantams are known for being good egg-layers, hardy animals, and surprisingly long-lived compared to other breeds of chicken. They’re usually kept for, well, egg laying as opposed to meat-eating birds, or household pets for families with young children. This particular hen was taken in a raid some four years back, and managed to escape the dragon that had taken her, presumable by incessantly pecking and clawing at whatever appendage was holding her. She has lived on Dragon Island for the last four years, living off of small rodents and insects, whatever foliage manages to grow, and sheer spite. Chicken has also, somehow, against literally ALL odds, evaded being caught by any one of the dragons on the dragon filled island, all of whom go out to bring food back for the Red Death on a daily basis. No one’s really sure how. After being adopted as a pet by Tuffnut, Chicken now lives her life traveling with the riders, and trying to establish a pecking order with the dragons. Her attempts have yet to see results, as the riders dragons don’t really care, but the dragons definitely aren’t trying to eat her for dinner any time soon.
Neither of these feisty, independent ladies designs changed too much. Chicken is a chicken. The only real difference with Mala’s is that her hair is a little longer, as she’s younger here than she is in RTTE. Mala is a little more open-minded with the riders from the get-go in comparison to RTTE, mostly because they’re all so much younger. Mala hasn’t spent too much time being Queen Defender, and the riders are all either teenagers or barely starting puberty. They’re kids. This affects a deal number of things in the overall story.
And some closeups, because I want too
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"At least my trauma made me funny" No, it did not. I am saying this gently, not to be cruel.
You crack jokes about the terrible things that happened you to convince both other people and yourself that it wasn't so bad, and that it didn't actually hurt you that much. Laughter is a social signal that communicates a lack of danger, saying that it's safe to relax now. Feeling the urge to laugh when you are scared or otherwise stressed is an involuntary self-soothing measure as well -- laughter releases endorphins and relieves stress, it decreases your cortisol levels. That's why laughing in relief after narrowly avoiding something terrifying is so common. The entire purpose of laughter is to say, to yourself and those around you, "it will be okay."
On top of that, you are caught between the basic, pack animal desire to seek support by telling other people what happened to you, and the distrustful, self-protective desire to insist that you are fine. You say "I got hurt, but it's no big deal," in the hopes that someone kind will realize the latter part is a lie and somehow help you, and that someone cruel will believe you are very difficult to seriously harm and thus not sense weakness in you to prey upon.
Recounting your trauma is not funny, it is stressful to you.
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