#it was kinda therapeutic ngl

[inkblot-inc]

Estimated Time of Arrival

Some time ago...

Ink: All right I finally feel better to start writing again! I just announced Jaws Arc 2, I also have a couple installments for Rough Cut Diamonds planned that I'm excited about. Then there was this idea last night that I got that I need to start outlining, because that'd be EPIC. Now where is my pen?-

*knock knock*

Ink: I'm not expecting anyone....Come in?

Life: Hey Ink!

Ink: Hey Life, is there something you wanted?

Life: Well I just wanted to see if you wanted to spend some time together...

Ink: Well we just hung out, I was actually taking some time to do some writing since it's been a minute-

Life: But when we hung out last time you were all yucky and it wasn't really fun cuz you were just lying there. I want to go have some fun this time!

Ink: Well what did you have in mind?

Life: There's a couple movies I want to see that are coming out, some shows i wanna watch and rewatch, I want to go visit some family, I want to just do stuff together!

Ink: Uh huh... Can I at least take a bit of time to write? I've had some really good ideas that I want to bring to-

Life: *tearing up* it's like you don't even care if I go by the wayside, Ink. *Gets more and more hysterical* Do I even make you happy anymore, Inkbert?!

Ink: Wha- Of course you still make me happy! I just wanna do other things that... don't involve you sometimes. Distance makes the heart grow fonder and all that.

Life: That's a bullshit saying!

Ink: It's a completely valid and accurate saying.

Life: I feel like we hardly do anything together anymore!

Ink: And that's how you feel. The fact is we JUST got finished hanging out for the past month... YESTERDAY.

Life: That doesn't count! Again you were sick, you're heart wasn't in it!

Ink: What does that even?!-

Life: IT MAKES SENSE TO ME!

Ink: ...

Life: .....

Ink: .......

Life: .........

Ink: ... If I agree to hang out with you, quality time and all now that I am perfectly healthy, will you let me write in peace?

Life: *suddenly chipper* For sure!

Ink: *grumbles* Crazy how this is the one hobby I have where you feel the need to fuck with me-

Life: Irrelevant!

Ink: *sigh* Fine, let me just write down a few things so I don't forget them when I come back

Life: Yeah yeah yeah do that, I have soooo much on our itinerary! <3

Ink: Rightttt.... anyways, now that that's done, what did you wanna do first?

Life: *maniacally rubs hands together* Just you wait~

-a couple months later-

Ink: *belly flops onto the bed* My God I'm tired

Life: *sits upright next to them* That was so much fun tho right?! The movies, the video games, the shopping and expeditions...

Ink: It had it's moments yeah...

Life: *nudge nudge* Admit it, you had a good time

Ink: It was pretty nice...Thanks I guess.

Life: You're always welcome, Ink....*looks down, reluctantly* well i guess I'll get out of your hair so you finally have your peace and all that.

Ink: *lifts face up out of pillow* Oh?

Life: Yeah, we had a deal. Thanks for indulging me and my nonsense. You didn't exactly plan for any of it.

Ink: *sits up* Hey, I may not have planned for our hangout, but I genuinely enjoyed my time with you. It....brings me back when I need it. There are other things I like to do, and you remind me of that. So I guess I should be thanking you in some weird way.

Life: You're... Thanking me?

Ink: Yeah. I think part of my urgency to write comes from all my experiences I have with you. You're my inspiration for better and for worse. I write to get away from you, but I also write, in part, because of you.

Life: That sounds deep....I think I get it.

Ink: *rubs the back of their neck* It sounded right in my head.

Life: *chuckles* It sounds right to me too, don't worry

Ink: Can I...give you a hug?

Life: Only if I can give you one back

Ink: ....do you know how a hug works?

Life: I was only a tangible being for this specific moment sooooo flip a coin

Ink: You right you right

*they hug each other*

Ink:...Tell you what. I'll plan our next hang out, alright?

Life: Really?!

Ink: Yeah. I wanna make the most of our time together.

Life: *grins and hugs them again* Agh thank you thank you thank you! That's all I could ever want from you. I'll leave you to your alone time now.

Ink: Thanks, I'll see you later

Life: Bye bye! *poofs away*

Ink: ...swell guy. Now where is my pen?

-meanwhile with Life-

Life: So, on a scale of 1 to 10, how mad do you think they're gonna be when they realize I stole their will to write?

Happiness: Well it shouldn't be too bad if you disabled their idea maker as well.

Life: Nonono i left that intact.

Happiness: ...

Life: I'll give it back eventually...

Happiness: ...

Life: GET PRANKED!

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I simply wrote some random shit to get my juices flowing a bit since I haven't been able to write in a good while, enjoy it if you want, but hey I kinda like this thingy here 😅

[wordy-little-witch]

Ya know what occurs to me?

Karai Bari is in the New World.

Crocodile and Mihawk only showed up after the establishment of the delivery service.

Buggy was in Paradise. Marineford would have been in Paradise, I think, or at least Buggy's crew still was.

He doesn't have conquerors to cross the calm belt.

So... to get to the New World and set up shop, he'd have to have gone through Fishman Island, wouldn't he? So he'd had to have gotten the ship coated.

He'd likely have had to face Rayleigh or at least he'd have anticipated it - maybe Shanks even mentions Rayleigh hanging around there, maybe even mentioning him having NEVER missed Shanks passing through....

So when Buggy goes when Buggy expects to be found and claims to be dreading it and is but is also so hopeful so scared so broken so hesitant he's got a few different courses figured for how this will go down.

Only.... Rayleigh isn't there. Shakky is. She just directs them to another coater. Buggy fights himself, wants to ask, doesn't want to beg, and-

Shakky answers the question he couldn'tdislodge from his throat. "Sorry, baby blue, Ray's just working on something real important. You know how it is."

He does. He does know how it is. Important, huh? That's fine. It's probably a job. It's probably not that big of a deal that dad master Rayleigh is preoccupied. Buggy shouldn't have expected the man to drop everything and come running why did he think that, Rayleigh never did it before, not even Shanks' assurance he'd leave a message for Rayleigh would change much, and fuck he can't afford to cry so-

So Buggy gets the ship coated. It's not as pricy as he'd worried. He navigates them down, can even bring himself to smile at the wide eyed wonder from the rest. It's nice. He's fine here - these are his people. He's okay, really, and he'll be able to let this go or shove it into that nameless box in his head and heart soon enough. He just has to ride the wave, you know-?

Only no. Not really. Because a newspaper lands in his hands. And his brain is racing.

Because Rayleigh wasn't at Sabaody at all. He was with Strawhat. He was training Strawhat. He showed up, after the war, so close to the conflict, to train the kid. Rayleigh is fast, but not that fast. He'd have to have left around a week before Buggy even arrived. Shanks had assured him Rayleigh was there when he dropped by ((two weeks ago)). He knew because his brother had wrapped him in his arm and tears were shed, voices were raised and hearts were broken, wounds torn open to drain the festering rot and the healing hurt, it hurt then, it hurts now, it will hurt and hurt and hurt, because Buggy had pushed the Big Top to her near limits just to reach the archipelago that his former guardian ex-father previous family that Rayleigh called home. Shanks had called him, said he'd dropped the message and Rayleigh had chuckled and nodded and Buggy wanted to see his dad because there were still so many scars that had to be seen and acknowledged and Buggy himself wasn't even fully recovered physically but emotionally he had to do it, had to take the step and try because vulnerability brought the best and worst of him out, because he lost a brother and gained him back and he wanted for his father, at least one of them.

But Strawhat was on that front page. And Rayleigh was behind him, smiling, warm, proud, happy, and - Buggy aches. He's angry. He's livid. A week or so, by his estimate, for Rayleigh to find him and get there to the war ground. A week or so because Rayleigh was old but he was still painfully fast. In a week or so, the older man hunted down a boy he'd possibly met once or twice in passing. A week or so and The Dark King showed up to bring another strawhat wearing monster of epic proportions under his wing, had made impressive time in finding the kid, making the plan, getting to the navy hq, getting out, and that's accounting for the article writing, printing, and distribution.

A week or so to find a bright little sunshine boy he barely knew when one he raised rotted in a cell for months on end.

Busy with something real important, he recalled Shakky saying.

His chest burned for a moment, hot and wild and unyielding - and just as suddenly, the fire was gone. He was tired. He was so fucking tired. His injuries throbbed, his head hurt, his scars itched. He sighed, set the paper aside and curled impossibly small into his chaise lounge with a teary chuckle as he gripped his hair and tried to silence the keen building in his chest. He cursed himself for it, bitter and angry.

After all, he should be used to being outshined, out classed and out loved by energetic boys with bright smiles in little wicker crowns.

Story of his life

He is unaware of the many eyes on him, of the people Plotting and Arranging things on their own time. Their captain is the best - uncommon, unexpected, temperamental though he is, he is everything everyone needs him to be because it's the only thing he knows how to do. They see the seams in his mask and performance, and they ache to pay back the pain left on their captain, their boss, their leader and friend. Buggy pirates stick together, freaks and weirdos united - and nobody is allowed to hurt their captain without some serious followup.

[notnaruse]

making pixel art comms examples jijijiji

[attemptinghaikyuu]

You lack nothing

*G/n reader x aroace spec Kuroo

A/n: happy pride month! This one’s for everyone but especially for the aroace spec peeps <3 There’s nothing wrong with feeling different and experiencing a little less of something~

🤍💚🖤💜🤍

He’s standing still, tears streaking down his scowling face, and all you can think is you need to hug your boyfriend. You’re also imagining making whoever made him feel this way cry in return.

“Tetsuro, what’s wrong?” You demand.

This is the third time you’ve asked, and you wish he would tell you so you could help comfort him. Or if it was one of those rare occasions he needed space, you’d give it to him.

He just shakes his head in response though, scowl deepening slightly.

The first time you’d asked him the question, you’d garnered a response about some rude coworkers he had to deal with today, with him dropping his bag onto the ground and sighing. He’d then started rubbing his face, and that’s when your concern meter went up.

Kuroo had always tried to cover up his tears, and rubbing his face was his way of keeping them at bay before the dam ultimately broke.

The second time you asked what’s wrong, keeping your tone gentle as you walked over to him, he’d mumbled “Nothing, cause it’s not like it matters,” But tears had begun leaking from his eyes, so clearly, he was lying.

This third time you were determined. Patiently waiting for his response, you grab his hands and guide him before firmly sitting him down on your shared couch. You let him cry, watching as exhaustion creeps it’s way onto his face and then his voice.

“I love you,” Kuroo turns to you. “I do, I absolutely do, I- I just don’t understand how-

He plops his head into his hands, while you move one hand to his back, waiting again. You think you understand what this might be about.

“I love my family and Kenma and the rest of my friends, so I don’t get why it’s like, like” he struggles for words while you consider interrupting to tell him he’s perfect and his coworkers should mind their own damn business. But you know you need to let him say it all first, so you let a minute go by before his voice starts up again. “I love you, and I feel like I’m always going to, I just… I don’t understand how I started feeling that way since I only ever felt this much, in this way, one other time.”

He shakily continues “And I don’t understand how saying I’ve never dated anyone before you, should mean anything to my coworkers,” the tears have stopped now. His eyes red and puffy as he finishes his thought.

“I’m emptier then everyone else, but it doesn’t mean I don’t love people,”

You finally snap out of your quiet. “Tetsuro that’s not true,” you stand up, feeling anger on your boyfriends behalf bubble up.

“You are not emptier then anyone! It doesn’t matter if you don’t usually like people romantically, or if you don’t want sex the same way as other people! You love with your whole heart, and even if you didn’t it wouldn’t mean there was any less of a great person in front of me,” you huff. “So please, don’t talk about yourself like that. And you should let me kill your coworkers.”

You get a chuckle at that, and looking into your boyfriends face to see a fond smile gracing his tired features, you know he deserves better- better then the shocked looks when he says he never dated in high school, or the uncomfortable talks he has to endure about love with people who don’t know him, or any of the thousands of things people expect him to feel because he’s a handsome guy who should want other people.

You hope he believes you when you tell him he deserves better a moment later, between the kisses you plant on his forehead.

[unhingedandcringe]

he just like me fr

[kllsworn]

Use a shit ton of swearwords while roleplaying challenge

[certifiedmaidenlessblog]

The dal I cooked tonight for dinner was actually so good that even I can't believe that I made it

[echthr0s]

post I just saw that was like "I don't need therapy I need to be 8yo at Halloween again" and a therapist reblogged it to talk about doin childlike stuff at Halloween anyway (inner child work, yknow) and while yeah that's definitely a valid approach I also think that sometimes when it comes to feelings like "I need to be 8yo again" there's a specificness about Being An Actual Physical And Psychological Child that cannot be replicated as an adult, and grieving that is also a valid approach

similarly, I can watch all the cartoons I like but I will never know the feeling of being a child excitedly getting up to watch Saturday Morning Cartoons in pajamas while eating too much sugar cereal. because I didn't have that experience; I wasn't allowed to be that type of child. there is no amount of watching cartoons as a grown ass spider -- even if I do it on a Saturday morning, even if I do it in my bed clothes, and I don't even like sugary cereal so -- that would give me the exact sensation of childhoodness that that image evokes. I'm just a grown person doin what they feel like doin, bc that's what adulthood is about

outside of, idk, age regression or having a child alter or something else I'm overlooking, there's really no way to Be A Child again in the way that I understand it when I see a post that is saying I wish I could be eight at Halloween again. and like I don't think that means they shouldn't eat fistfuls of candy and dress up like a janky lookin dracula and watch scary movies until 2am (sounds like a great time tbh) but I just think the grieving part shouldn't be overlooked either

[etherealising]

i’m supposed to be writing and instead i’ve spent all my free time designing a tattoo for someone who doesn’t even exist 🥲

[kiwidotcom]

You are so pretty!

awe thank youuu

im working really hard on believing that myself ahah

[lovemeanslife]

good morning im back after a VERY long hiatus

[starrlun]

snippet of gas station bg for a short game

[chioniphilia]

oh yozo we're really in it now

[bufoof]

I hope we are :)

Do you think we're friends in every universe?

I couldn't watch kung fu panda 3 today because of reasons...so then I got sad...and then I suddenly felt like a really bad friend...and then I made this...

Now I'm feeling better though

If you were wondering I'm the pomeranian and my friend is the chow chow :)

[delight-angelsbliss]

hello hello! I really like your writing and was wondering if you think you could do metal sonic (or sonic if metal is too tough to write for this) and shadow with a reader that is really fidgety, impulsive, and is susceptible to sensory overload because of their ADHD? It's totally chill if you're not up for it though!!! I hope this is not too much work??? If it is, feel free to pick one character or ignore shkdiendvwkl

Warnings: ADHD if that makes people uncomfortable?

Notes: I also have ADHD myself but not the attentive type! It's sad because tiktokers make it look like ADHD is only the attentive type and therefore make people diagnose themselves or even get misdiagnosed by some doctors :(( some psychiatrists have speculated that my ADHD comes from another mental disorder I have but I'll wait for the diagnosis before making any assumptions. I tried using my ADHD to write a bit so I don't falsely assume attentive ADHD lol I hope u don't mind I've also been wondering if I should do all three or just the two but I went with two </3 btw now thinking of it sry for all the web users cuz my gifs probably look too small also these are a bit short

Precis: metal sonic + shadow with a reader who has ADHD

Metal sonic tag list: @francistimefranche @eternallykokomi

Metal sonic

Metal sonic isn't programmed with any therapeutic quirks, but that doesn't mean he won't try and be helpful. We've seen from some comics and games that metal helps and is (somewhat) nice to anyone who's a part of egggmans side, spoiler you're also on his side probably

His sharp wit makes it easy for him to notice your fidgeting and impulsive behavior. His knowledge about mental health is limited, but that doesn't mean he won't try and help you. Your leg is bouncing? He'll hold it down. Ripping the white part of your nails off? He's squeezing your hand until you give up. Metal sonic isn't a bad listener, I mean, he can't really talk ?? Anywho he'll still watch as you ramble on about something you've done today or wait for you when forgetting a word

He doesn't really understand if you find it annoying when he waves his hand in front of you when you're day dreaming (idrk like that ngl) if you don't, he'll always use that hand wave to get you to concentrate or come back to your senses

If you two are out somewhere and fighting, he makes sure that you don't have too many enemies or aren't overwhelmed from everything going on, I know for a fact he has some kinda sensors to detect if you're uncomfortable or about to crumble from everything being too much I WILL DIE ON THAT HILL FIGHT ME ABT IT

He doesn't know how to deal with sensory overloads but he knows how to prevent it; giving you noise cancelling headphones, helping you with tasks so it doesn't become too much etc.

He may not exactly know how your ADHD works or what it is but he tries his best to help

Shadow

Shadow knows what it means to be mentally ill, he just doesn't know how to properly care for it. Assuming you two are already extremely close or dating, his attempts will go above and beyond to try and help you

He doesn't want to lose another one or be a abandoned, his past trauma makes it easy for him to have these paranoid thoughts where he thinks you'll leave him because he doesn't know how to properly care for someone with neurological disorders like yours

He tries to research and consults psychiatrists to find ways to help you and lessen your daily burden; making sure you don't get involved in fights (if u do fight), always triple checking the news to see if there will be parades/smth loud before you go out and more. It gets to a point, a point that makes him seem over protective

Trying to find medication, exercises, headphones and much more to even get a silver of hope that he's going to be enough. It'll take a bit of reassurance and help to get Shadow to stop this mindset

That's when he truly locks in to make sure you're well taken care of. Now that he knows you won't leave him, he stops treating you as if your cracked glass, he let's you handle yourself at times!! That doesn't mean he completely stops taking care of you, he still takes care of you when the time calls for it, but now he truly knows what the difference is between "helping" and "overbearing"

[crazylittlejester]

Okay okay, I do see you mentioning which ones have been some of your favorite fics to write, but which would be your favorite or that you’re most proud of?? (so sorry to put you on the spot like that Ik that could be tough 😭 it would be really nice to know which would be your favorite tho :) )

i cannot possibly pick one…. ough

(linking all of them in case people wanna read em)

Secrets (Un)known (Sky has a seizure, and neglected to tell any of the chain that he has epilepsy until 2 minutes before said seizure) is in the top five for sure, i put so much into that fic and it means a lot to me

Fragments (the basic plot is Warriors runs into Cia again but there is SO much more like murders and weird magic) is also in that top five because it means so much to me. I’ve put so much effort and work into planning it out and it’s been kinda therapeutic to work through some of my issues through Warriors and that one is just really special to me, and i jokingly say i hate it but it really is a joke when i say that. i love this fic so much ive poured so much love and research and so much of myself into it. augh.

A Little More Time was one of my favorite whumptober pieces (because I’ll be honest I have no clue what inspired me to throw Mask and Time in the same room and put Warriors in a position where essentially he has to pick the brother he HAS or the brother he could still save but it was very mean of me ngl), as well as Brother’s Keeper (Warriors gets REAL sick and Time has to take care of him), The Bees Are Real, Captain (Time gets hit in the head Real Hard), and the two Storm fics (which is the same story from both War and Time’s pov where Time gets shot by an arrow in battle and War has to fix that)

god i gotta stop myself now or i will keep listing off fics and i’ll be here all day….

(I also really liked how Love, Me Normally turned out….. i took a bit of a risk and just went deep into an explanation of my characterization of Warriors and people ended up enjoying it and that makes me happy- and then Misunderstandings wasn’t my FIRST fic but it was the first one for this fandom that got so much positive feedback it made me keep writing)

edit: proud of myself for only listing 9 of the 122 fics i have posted when asked to pic ONE favorite, because god knows i couldve rambled and listed off more 😭😭😭