#i'm so itchy

[noro-noro-noro]

i am going bird mode i'm turning into a birdddd cheep cheep cheep tweeeeetwetwwwwtwwtwtw wwrrr (jumps forwards and stares at you sideways style) hey man let's swing xia ji into a wall & put him in a hydraulic press

[searchingforanichlesslife]

I'm trying to be patient.

[eenieshmeenie]

god i HATE mosquitoes!!!!!!!!

they can fuck right off. It was raining outside just now and the power went out. I spent some time at my desk in the dark, and felt bites on my ankles for about 15-20 mins. Mind you, I'm wearing sweatpants so my ankles are the only thing exposed to the elements. After a while of this torture, I go to scratch my foot and feel something pop and bleed underneath my fingertips. I take a look and there's a pool of deep red blooming on them. In the pool? the deflated carcass of a bitch mosquito that got too greedy for its own good.

I'm shaking with rage because this motherfucker was GORGING himself on my precious low-iron blood without paying a dime and then got so fat and bloated that he literally died from his own hubris. He deserves the hottest, spikiest most raid-filled corner of hell. I hope his mosquito family dies in a fire. I hate that bitch so much. Even now I can feel his phantom bites on my legs, though he's long gone.

What purpose does he truly serve? Does he really have an allegiance to the cyclical majesty of nature? Or does he exist solely to torture me at my lowest? Is this some kind of cosmic prank? How have we not figured out how to exterminate these fucks from the surface of the Earth? my words are so virulent and I am filled with such pure, unadulterated vitriol for this buzz-buzzing insect scum.

To me, it feels like mosquitoes encapsulate everything that is wrong with the world. Bloodsucking assholes that feed off innocents and won't even do them the courtesy of doing it inconspicuously. Mosquitoes WANT you to know that they got you- they WANT YOU TO KNOW that their bitch ass siphoned off your precious life source and that you're never getting it back.

I feel like if mosquitoes were real people, they'd be the fucking corporate degenerates on linkedin who exploit their young employees and make them work overtime and then turn around and preach to the void that 'nO oNe WAntS to wORk ThEsE DAys'. They're the fucking landlords behind skyrocketing rents and tenant's tears. They're the spineless assholes sitting in cushy parliament offices extracting millions and billions from the people while their people go without food and water.

Maybe this was about something else idk, but I couldn't stop myself from writing it. Anyways, FUCK MOSQUITOES THOSE BITCHES CAN GO SUCK OFF AN ELECTRIFIED FENCE.

[onequeerruffian]

I'm having an allergic reaction to a spider bite on the same leg as a healing tattoo I want to dig my nails in until I reach bone this is so miserable

[heyitsnyixie]

Just remembered a certain anime

Th-

The Horrors.

It's ruined my mood and now have to go watch videos of hummingbirds snoring or something.

[arthur-lesters-right-arm]

Here, i'll help out with the *starting shit*

Do you think if Arthur touches his eyes it gets John off?

Alright Starting Shit is cancelled everyone go home.

[kitawolf12]

😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡😡

I just want to rip my skin off. would that be helpful? please?

poison ivy is evil and I want it gone from the world 5 days ago so I didn't touch it Saturday morning. My whole right hand and forearm itches. I hate this. :/

[kebriones]

Before I learned that misophonia is a thing in my early teens i thought i just had some primal instinct activated in me that made me violent and hateful towards my loved ones eating or breathing for some evolutionary reason. Turns out it's a disorder and not my ancestors having to fight for food.

[nartblartmallcop]

Only one way to stop him from spiraling again

[duckydrawsart]

└ better off without me | driver & irene [wip]

A vidlet I've been chipping away at. But I don't have enough scenes to edit the chorus how I intended, so I'll probably have to scrap this half 😅 Sharing it here anyways so my work isn't wasted.

[dazzelmethat]

Invertober 1: Peanut headed Lantern Fly.

I might do a few of these drawings. I'm not gonna push myself too hard as I heal.

[zappedbyzabka]

Just a reminder that yall mutuals are in my heart even though I've been horribly inactive, and I plan to try and catch up + do the lovely tag games y'all have included me in as soon as I feel able!

[madsciencestudent]

....Okay, so....

This isn't exactly immediately following Corpus and Aegypius meeting- there's actually like 2 parts between that and this. BUT I've been projecting some of the more annoying aspects of what I was dealing with post surgery for like all of last month onto Corpus so...

You get this.

“OYE! GET YOUR TALONS AWAY FROM THOSE STITCHES!” Aegypius suddenly shouted from across the camp. Corpus made a squeaky sounding noise as he jumped and whipped his hands up to his chest. Only to proceed to groan as the startled movement aggravated the wound, the sharp pain radiating out from the sutured edges throughout his abdomen, and leaned his head backwards. He heard Aegypius get up and come over to the tent. He shot her a slightly irritated look when she reached the opening.

“What, did I scare you?” She smirked briefly down at him. Corpus’ frown deepened at her, and she snickered. Fortunately, she did relent immediately afterwards.

“Alright, sorry. I know sudden movements hurt.” Aegypius nonchalantly apologized. “You need to stop messing with the wound though.”

“I’m not doing it on purpose,” Corpus muttered. He realized his hands had started drifting towards the bandages again and plopped them down at his sides. He was almost tempted to stick them behind his back and lay on them, but didn’t want to move to do so.

“It itches, doesn’t it?” Aegypius hazarded a guess. Corpus’ eyes widened in surprise as he looked up at her.

“How’d you-?”

“Not my first time patching someone up with a deep wound.” She replied. “So I’m aware things can get uncomfortable and itchy under there. Especially you with your infection and drainage.” She frowned and crinkled her snout at the memory. Corpus grimaced; even if he couldn’t recall the time he was ravaged with the infection and fever, his imagination was easily supplying him with vivid and gross visions of what the wound had looked like. He didn’t want to keep thinking on that so he tried to change the topic to something else his subconscious had noticed long before he did.

“Speaking of wounds like this…” He started slowly, trying to word what he wanted to ask correctly. “Why are there still stitches in it? I would think there’s been more healing given the amount of time that’s past since…” He paused. Some part of him was still in disbelief that she had bothered to not just pull him off that accursed battle field but to patch him up and care for him as much as she had.

Aegypius raised a brow at him as she frowned. Possibly mistaking his question as a slight barb or suspicion against her care taking abilities. Corpus didn’t realize that, and only innocently blinked at her and tilted his head at her hesitation and look.

“I mentioned it before, when you woke up after your fever broke.” Aegypius reminded him. “You kept tearing your stitches out because you would thrash around during nightmares. Which also reopened that gash almost as frequently.” Corpus blinked again and tried to curl in on himself a tiny bit at hearing that. It must have hurt so much when it had happened. He was glad he didn’t remember it.

“Then add in the infection, and I actually had to lance it and around it a few times.” Aegypius admitted with a deep and tired sigh. Corpus made a small noise as his eyes widened again and his feathers pulled in close to his body, even more thankful his brain decided to reject those memories. It was Aegypius’ turn to blink at Corpus. She had never seen him do that before. He fluffed up when he was burning up and trying to expel body heat, but she hadn’t witnessed a Blue Song go sleek and even thinner than they already were. To her, it was very strange.

“Damn, you really are a twig…” Aegypius quietly mumbled to herself.

Corpus blinked, having heard her say something but not being able to hear it clearly. “…What?”

“What?” She asked right back at him. He furrowed his brows and looked at her confused, but ultimately decided to let it go. His feathers returned to normal as he did so.

“Never mind. But… Yes, all that does explain why I still have stitches in.” He nodded.

“And why if you tear them open again, I am ripping out your talons out of your fingers.” Aegypius deadpanned. Which was a mistake as Corpus made another small squeaky noise and his feathers started to pull in again.

“Joking! I’m joking!” She hurriedly clarified. She huffed and rubbed a hand over her eyes. “But I am getting tired of replacing them. If you could keep these last ones intact, I’d appreciate it.” Corpus glanced up at her, briefly catching a glimpse of the exhaustion she was dealing with still before she dropped her hand away from her face and hid it once more. He felt a small pang of guilt at having unintentionally made more work and stress for the Saurian who bothered to save and try to heal him.

“As I said before, I’m not doing it on purpose…” Corpus quietly defended himself. “But… I’ll, I’ll try to be more conscious of it and stop myself if I start doing it again,” he offered. It was the best he could do, for the moment anyway. Hopefully once the bandages came off the urge to scratch at and around the wound would decrease.

Aegypius cocked her head at him, having noticed the tiny shift in his demeanor. She couldn’t guess what caused it, except for maybe he still was considering her threat of declawing as genuine. Which wouldn’t completely surprise her given her Kindred’s reputation.

“That’s the best I can ask for, given everything.” She shrugged. “…How’s the pain, by the way?”

“…Fine. It’s fine.” Corpus answered. “As long as I’m not moving, it’s tolerable anyway.” He paused before narrowing his eyes and frowning at her. “And not jumping out of my skin because someone decided to suddenly raise their voice out of nowhere.” Aegypius couldn’t help the laughter that escaped her. Compared to the larger and more aggressive Desert Saurians she knew and sometimes had the misfortune of angering, the poor Blue Song soldier’s disgruntlement was comparable to that of a Nemicolopterus trying to scare a Saurian off of it’s food source. She did clamp a hand over her mouth when his glare got worse due to her amusement. It still took a moment for her to stop, however.

“Alright, alright. I’m sorry about that.” She waved a hand. “I’ll also try to keep the sudden shouting to the bare minimum.”

“You’re sorry about the sudden movement or the laughing spell at my expense?”

Aegypius snorted but thankfully didn’t start laughing again. “Fine, both. Though mostly for the movement and pain.” Corpus grumbled softly and rolled his eyes once.

“I’ll take that, thank you.”

[jamiebluewind]

Today has been one of those "Sorry! I couldn't hear you over the texture of my socks" days.

[cappycodeart]

I got tired of circling back to frustration over my nitpicks on the f&c series so I OC’d my boy. Whoops. 😅💦. I'll still post stuff in the future about the AT version because I still have a lot of doodles I haven't posted yet and doodle ideas I want to draw!!... Buuuuuut in the meantime my brain gears have been turning hardcore over incorporating this version into my OC-verse... he's a silly astronaut now <3

[icewindandboringhorror]

sometimes looking at like Self Help Strategies lists for the symptoms I'm having is always just like:

thing that I already do

thing I have tried 10 times

thing I already do

thing that I don't have the money to do

thing I already do

thing I've been doing since I was 10yrs old to no avail

thing that is impossible given my situation

thing that doesn't apply to me

thing that I already do

thing I have already tried

hrmm, oh wait, maybe finally- OH, yeah.. okay. thing that I already do but it was just phrased slightly differently

thing I have already done