#hyperfixations go brrrr

[aphvlion]

that elisabeth pipeline is hitting again I fell in love with the three recordings we have of jesper tyden playing tod 2001 in essen I fear my academic career is about to be ruined

[chocolatezebra]

Sharing old art because I just want this concept to be known (I probably made this in 2018 or 2019)

The evolution of Umi

At the time, I was really into wolves, and I thought "what if the Umis evolved from my favorite animal?" And this is how it ended up.

I had notes on this and I'm gonna share them in a small summary:

1- Primas Lupus venandi (primate wolf hunter) aka the first one: werewolf, aggressive

2- Homo rabidus (savage man) aka the second one: half wolf, half human, still aggressive until migration

3- Homo vagus (wandering man) aka the third one: less wolf, more human, less aggressive and more curious

4- Homo dolosus (crafty man) aka fourth one with the grey animal skin: more human, achieved stone age

5- Homo Generosus castus (noble and pure man) aka the fifth one that is almost hidden by the fourth one: fully human, achieved magic mastery

6- Homo Remicus sapiens (gentle and wise man) aka the final one which is actually straight up @chameleoncove's character Umiphus (I really loved the Team Umizoomi designs they made at the time): Umi from nowadays wow :0

If anyone's interested in this concept, feel free to take it, change it, bop it, twist it, whatever! This is really just something that I needed to post because like, it's so cool, the concept (I've been on a spec evo phase and I am loving every single animal and plant, y'all are so creative ;-;/pos)

[eyeslikewatercoolers]

The way I went from

Jasya->Vandergerd->Jasco in like a month is kinda wild ngl

[eternalvoxel]

I see Honkai Impact themed blog, I follow

You are not immune to the Honkai Impact

(and neither are we apparently, given how many fictive we have from there.)

[bellyjellyfish]

creating original characters with deep connections, fun personalities, a heart wrenching backstory and plotline, multiple designs and outfits for every scenario knowing damn well im never gonna make an actual story out of it is truly an otherworldly experience

[appreciatingtokrev]

me: you really think i am normal? *prints out all of the thoughts that were formed in my brain in the past four weeks, and hands you all of the papers*

you: why is this all just hyperfixation ??

[pablogavira]

Gavi dancing in the locker room (ft. Nico and Rodri) 🕺🏻🏆

[epicfeather]

Lalalalala asdf go brrrrrr

(The audio is from the fanmade asdf on the tomska & friends channel 👍)

[honeyandmahogany]

When I think of my autism hyperfixations, the patterns and waves they come in, I wonder what I could possibly become hyperfixated on next. The last thing I ever expected my latest one to be was this 2000+ year old smarmy bastard from a D&D based RPG.

I'd say I'm complaining but really...I'm not.

[miwiheroes]

every time i watch a byler edit i like, have to take a deep breath afterwards

chat is this normal

[poppoforpresident]

Simply impassible.

[ironsoftie]

Once Odysseus is back home. When everything's settled down and he's able to find some semblance of normalcy… Have you thought about how he fares back on Ithaca? Because I have. How some days are so light and easy yet others feel like trying to tread water in a storm-tossed sea.

Maybe you’ve thought of a moment where Odysseus and Telemachus are outside sparring, and Telemachus lands a really good hit? Odysseus laughs off Telemachus’s concerns, clutching his now bruised shoulder, and turns his head to joke that his son would be a better fighter than Eurylochus soon. Instead though, his words taper off and his eyes go slightly unfocused when he realizes the tall, broad-shouldered friend he half expected to see isn't standing there laughing along with him. Where for a split second, Odysseus could swear he smells acrid ozone despite the sky above them being clear and bright?

Or maybe it was a time when Odysseus had been walking with Penelope in one of the markets across Ithaca, only to catch a passing glimpse of a mop of chestnut-colored curls precariously held up by a red band ahead of him? When, for an unending second, his muscles lock in place and the air in his lungs freezes. That is, until the man in front of him turns his head and sorrow comes crashing back down into his bones like a rouge wave. It wasn't the warm and familiar smile of his dear friend Polites greeting him, but that of a stranger.

Maybe it was one of the times where Odysseus finds himself walking the halls of his palace aimlessly, and his eyes find one specific spot on the floor. The same spot where his mother, Anticlea, had once taken a very young Odysseus into her arms to comfort him after he’d taken an unfortunate tumble and broken the skin on the palms of his hands and knees. Stones that had been scrubbed clean of his blood then, only to have been stained afresh with the blood spilled from one of Penelope’s suitors upon his tumultuous return to Ithaca.

Perhaps there was even a time or two where Athena had begged Hypnos to help her friend rest easy after yet another night of Odysseus jolting awake with the same prayers for her aid stumbling their way off of his trembling lips. As if he was still trapped on that island. The island where his desperate prayers for her aid had been able to go no further from its pristine shores than he himself could.

Do you think Odysseus has moments where he cannot quite quell the discomfort in the disconnect of actually being safe and home within himself? After all, he'd argue, how could he when the loss of his men- his friends- still weigh on his mind and body like the Earth weighs on Atlas's shoulders. How could he while the parts of himself he lost, gave up, and had taken from him were scattered across caves, across the underworld, and across so many islands he could almost loose count if not for what had transpired on them? When, sometimes, he doesn’t quite feel fully himself, and wonders if perhaps he was starting to follow in his father’s footsteps.

Moments where everything weighs so heavily upon him that he feels as if all he can do is sit on his balcony and look out across the waves on the horizon. A sight that once brought him such comfort, now only acting as a reminder of what he had done and gone through while sailing its waters.

Or maybe you've thought of something else entirely. Of how Telemachus would fill the quiet that falls between them when his father’s gaze goes distant. Where he begins to share stories from his own childhood until Odysseus’s eyes are clear and focused raptly on him as he speaks so as to not miss a single moment of the tale?

Where all it takes Penelope's hand brushing his hair back from his face as she hums and holds him securely in her arms for the voices of those who aren't there anymore to gently fade to murmurs in the back of his mind? Where she weaves, and he sits nearby and works. Sometimes pausing just watching her hands dance skillfully across the loom, letting the rhythmic sounds relax him.

Where he finds himself tucking the hair behind her ear gently after catching Penelope staring at him as if she also couldn’t fully comprehend that he is back. Or maybe you’ve thought of times during meetings with visitors to their kingdom where he gets lost in thought so Penelope silently snakes her arm around his and clasps his hand in her own to bring him back to himself subtly enough so as to not alert their guests.

How Athena might sometimes fly past the couple's balcony after Odysseus has had a particularly rough day. Where, landing, she’d rest her wings and perch on the balcony’s hand rail just outside of their bedroom, clearly in his line of sight. And there she’d wait to hear Odysseus's sigh as he finally relaxes into the bed below him. How Athena, goddess of wisdom and war, would keep watch and ensure his family’s safety. He didn’t have to be on guard when he was attempting to try and rest. He could trust her to rouse him if he was needed. Of course, she would simply ensure he was never needed on those nights.

Or perhaps you've thought of the times where Odysseus can simply relax and laugh freely with his family. Where he looks at them and finds peace in their smiles and in the familiar halls and rooms of his palace. Where the sea breeze refreshes his mind as he walks around his island. Where he finds himself fondly remembering those that were lost on the journey home, and doesn’t find guilt smothering him for simply thinking of them. Where he stops questioning if this was yet another dream that he’d wake up from once he opened his eyes next.

Where he reaches out and cradles Penelope's face in his calloused and scarred hands, and the soft warmth of her skin and weight of her hands landing on his forearms to simply hold him back settles something fragile in him like balm on a burn he hadn’t known he’d received in the first place.

Maybe it was the first time Telemachus calls him father and Odysseus knows he means it and wasn’t just using the word as a formality. When Odysseus stops being the unreachable legend he was built up to be, and becomes a man and then a father in his son’s eyes.

Where he feels the familiar rush of Athena's approval in his mind after using a particularly good turn of phrase to secure more resources in a trade deal, and can finally accept that he actually has her blessing and favor again.

He doesn't forget all the bad that has happened, but he finds ways to live more in the present than the past that sometimes haunts him.

He struggles. Of course he does. There’s so much that he still deals with; but having Penelope, Telemachus, and Athena around is enough to get through even the worst of days. Healing is slow, yes. But he heals all the same. They all do.

[gayvoidobject]

It is time for yuri, fellas! Love the show! GAY GAY HOMOSEXUAL YUDJJFKSFBDJXBSJSKS

[iiiiiiiiiii88iugg]

I found fishe :3

[fuckyeahpunkflower]

As soon as I get my IRL shit together its gonna be nothing but mother fucking GREMLIN MODE ACTIVATED with punkflower you hear me?! I got way too many ideas and AUs to just let dissolve into nothing, punkflower will singlehandedly FORCE me to improve my art I am an unstoppable unhinged force to be reckon with yall JUST WAIT!

[starpixiie]

Some opla doodles bc this show has a fuckin grip on me rn