#my wrists are both fine!

[thechekhov]

google, play entry of the gladiators

[ferberus-skull]

btw i have opened up my adopt shops again 👀 (with a lot of restrictions)

i have my pixel adopts open and my doodle adopts open

[ID: three pixels of a f pose tundra, a m pose tundra and a wildclaw. the tundras are sitting and the wildclaw is standing and looking off to the side. they're all colored in various shades of grey. END ID]

[ID: three simple drawings of a m pose tundra, a snapper and a gaoler. the tundra and snapper are sitting, and the gaoler is laying down. they're all colored in various shades of grey. END ID]

(note: i also have mirror, fae and coatl bases for my doodle adopts)

[jessamine-rose]

hello jess beloved..... made a little thing for phantom pain bc i saw this pose reference and immediately i think of jiejie and dain hehe

jiejie's pov? ;D

.............rin?? (。_°)☆

KSNE39E3VKVNVKNVRIK RIN WHAT THE FCK I THOUGHT THIS WAS GOING TO BE ONE OF OUR USUAL INTERACTIONS HOLD UP WHY IS THERE AN IMAGE OH SHIT IT'S FAN ART RIN WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?? I LOVE IT SO MUCH BUT RIN?? RIN??!!

*clears throat* Thank you so much for your fan art of Phantom Pain!! I rlly appreciate it, and my comments are in the tags <3

[tomatoluvr69]

Sitting down to floss and brush my teeth has been lifechanging. On a completely unrelated note how the fuck am I supposed to have this skeleton for several more decades. It’s all over for me lads 😔

[phagodyke]

this is like my fourth or fifth consecutive bad gym session I might as well just kill myself

[l-e-morgan-author]

Vaniah woke choking on regrets.

His arms were swathed in bandages, and as soon as he opened his eyes something beeped, maybe an alarm.

"I'm sorry."

A nurse hurried in, her expression unfathomably gentle. He wasn't sure if he was supposed to know her or not, but he didn't particularly care. She checked his wristband and read out numbers, then confirmed his identity verbally.

"Anneka, I'm sorry."

It felt so faraway, so unreal, and yet he could still feel it like it was happening all over again. He moved one arm slightly, and winced at the pain that lanced down it. The nurse asked if he wanted pain relief; he nodded wordlessly, and crushed the thought that he didn't want that at all.

"It's too late."

He regretted everything. Regretted trying, regretted even more failing - regretted Anneka seeing him like that. He looked down at the bandages and wondered what the mess was like underneath.

"You shouldn't have come back."

Definitely a mess, nothing good: he had done enough research to recognise what he had done in the moment, and though some of the result would only become apparent as more time went by, and he began to heal - well, it wasn't going to be good.

"God be thanked that I did!"

What must she think of him? Much of his memory was cloudy with blood loss, and he had been drowsy and barely conscious even when she found him. Some memories, though, lingered even if he might have preferred to forget them.

"Don't touch me."

He probably would never forget them, unless - well, not good to dwell on that for now. Wasn't once enough? Maybe he'd ruined the last good thing in his cursed life. He wouldn't be surprised if Anneka never wanted to see him again.

"I will, damn it!"

What was the point of living on? Wouldn't it be easier for everyone if he had succeeded? Vaniah closed his eyes, as if to shield himself from the real world, the reality he had created, even for a moment.

"God knows I need you. Don't die, not like this."

He took a deep breath, and opened his eyes as the nurse returned bearing medication: and made a promise inwardly that he could not bear to speak of for many, many moons thereafter:

No matter the hell he had to endure, and no matter the pain he still willingly inflicted on himself, he would never again try to end his life.

"God help us. God help us all."

[wabblebees]

im like if the most useless boytoy twink was also an incredibly handy butch lesbian

[captainbrookeworm]

Ok the LotLDTIYS drawing is FINALLY ready! I’m following my release schedule for YouTube and posting the speedpaint Friday afternoon, so expect the official announcement here around the same time!

Also quick PSA: if you’re an artist, STRETCH YOUR WRISTS AND TAKE BREAKS. If you use a keyboard/mouse all day, GET THE GOOD SHIT. I now use the wavy keyboard with the wrist rests and a vertical mouse but I didn’t switch soon enough. Tendonitis is a BITCH and a half (and Carpal tunnel is apparently WORSE). Do not suffer the same fate as me.

The LotLDTIYS sketch was done like 3 weeks ago and it was supposed to be finished/posted 2 weeks ago, but I was unable to draw until this past weekend cause my wrists felt like garbage. Learn from my suffering.

So I hope you’re all as excited as I am! See you Friday!

[otter-byte]

was watching this behind the scenes video about this fancy butter business, and they talk about how they rotate people between the various workstations during the day both avoid boredom but also to (hopefully) prevent RSI. literally why is this not the fucking standard in most jobs. Get your office workers on the floor to avoid desk injuries, let packers run phone support midshift to avoid strain/exhaustion, give your customer facing workers a break by letting them break down boxes for a while (personal fave).

[cicadagaze]

this just in: i refuse to let my injured wrist stop me from doing shit so i'm making a white patch based on my pathetic beast of a cat

[binch-i-might-be]

I've never noticed this but the wrist brace I bought a while ago for when my Wrist Hurts like right now is the exact same shade of pink as my earbuds. I'm like some kind of obscure barbie set

[lactose-intolerant-egg]

girls love me for my. crackly wrists

my hands sound like pop rocks

[planet4546b]

ouch my wrist….. :(

[arcadian-vampire]

Shoutout to my joints that are so fucked up, I really need to talk to a doctor abt them, but they're so fucked up that I'm scared to <3 if my dainty lil nine-poud cat makes me shriek in pain when she briefly steps on my hip, how the Fuck am I gonna handle a doctor poking and prodding at it. I'll die.

[inkskinned]

you said you were stuck in a time loop, which was fine. i feel like late-stage capitalism has us all in a time loop, ammiright? you came barging in at 5:33. in the morning. i hadn't even processed the idea of coffee.

but you had this look of utter panic in your eyes. terror like the ocean. you grabbed my cheeks. im in a time loop.

i don't know why in movies the first reaction is to deny it. when someone is panicking like that, it's not appropriate to ask them to calm down. it didn't matter if i believed it, what mattered was that you believed it so much that it was consuming you.

so here we are. i pour you some of the dark roast. "you look like utter and entire hell," i say.

you push your fingers into your eyes. "you always say that."

i try to think of something funny to say that i wouldn't have said on previous time loops, but jokes don't land without the proper timing (lol). "remind me to think -"

"-yeah, of a joke that only works in the future. and before you say anything, i know you're pissed i just stole your punchline." you bolt the coffee, which is wild. it's very hot. you don't seem to notice.

i blow on mine to cool it down. i both am very pissed at you and also i can't see you in this amount of panic without wanting to help. but i'm also not really sure what we are, not since i saw you kiss her like that, no offense. it just was like, kind of rude when you knew i liked you.

and besides. i'm just like, barely a person. i write omegaverse fanfiction. i love the concept of a time loop, but what the fuck am i gonna do? send an alpha in there? i open my mouth.

you point at me. "you're about to ask why me. and then say some disparaging shit about yourself. i'm just a nerd who plays dnd or something. that self-own is slightly different each time." you sigh. "i know you think you can't really help me. i don't know who can help me. i only came to you because you fucking believe me." you check your watch, sigh, and throw your head back. you cover your eyes with one hand. "i've come here on 26 separate revolutions," you say. "you have believed me every time. and yeah, i have no idea how you fit into this but i just -" you sigh again. "i just like fucking talking to someone about it."

"do you need more cof-" i start, but you're already holding the empty cup out. i frown at it. "you're not getting any more until you promise not to bolt this one like an animal."

you laugh a little and sit up, pushing your hair out of your face. "okay, that's new dialogue. but to be fair to you, i'm not usually this rude. i'm still pretty new at all of this." you check your watch again. another sigh. i guess you're cruising for a personal best in the Sigh Olympics.

i almost tell you im not an NPC but i've played enough video games to know i'm very much an NPC. i pour you another cup. "so what happens in the loop?"

"really bad explosion." you mutter into the mug. you put your elbows on the table (rude) and bury your face in your arms like an angsty teenager. one hand floats up while you talk, because evidently you literally can't talk without your hands. "i have to save the day and there's this bomb and i have no bomb training and it keeps moving, you know."

"do i die?"

you peek up from your arms. "yeah. bigtime. you keep trying to run or stay or do anything and you always super die."

"oh."

"to be fair, like, everyone dies in it though.... so you're in good company."

i hate that you make me laugh. i hate that being around you always feels tingly and strange, this electric tension between us. something that is evidently (given how you stuck your tongue down a stranger's throat literally 3 days ago) (well. 3 for me) super one-sided. i take a sip of my coffee and close my eyes.

i die today, i guess. a little spark of panic starts at the top of my hands and starts whipping up my wrists.

"shit," you say. you look at your watch and jump to your feet. "i have to go. if i can come back, i will. i am still trying to figure out when is best to do everything, you know? the order of stuff. maybe morning isn't good for us."

i look up at you and think about how you keep kissing me in the back of my car and in alleyways and in the dark. and i can never fucking get a read on you. and i also think about how incredibly panicked you look. how broken. how long have you been doing this? "i don't want to die," i say.

you glance downwards. "well, you're not really dead, you'll come back in the loop."

"but i will have died." my hands are shaking. i am trying really hard to stay calm.

you push your hands through your hair again. "i really have to go. i will have this discussion with the next version of you, though. it is like, something i am thinking about."

"but i don't get a next version," i say. i don't really have the language for this, because i haven't had 26 tries with you. i only have my memories: you, a week ago. drunk and telling me you loved me in my ear. you, kissing her anyway. you, months ago, throwing up on my birthday, whispering to me i ruin everything i touch, always, over and over. please don't ask. i can't ever fucking have that be you.

i run my finger along the rim of the mug. "i don't want to die in this one."

you seem baffled by this. "i get that but - time will reset, you'll be fine, you won't even remember we talked about this."

"but i know now." i stand up too. "i have to live the rest of this day knowing i could die. knowing i probably am going to."

"you could always die, to be fair."

i feel my hands get out of control. "earlier, you said i always say a different insult about myself. what if you're just going through different parallel universes and those are all just different - but real - versions of myself? what if you're not in a time loop, you're in a fucking universe loop?"

"if it helps, i've wondered this too. also, you're hot in all of them. if that helps."

i point at you. "no flirting. i'm trying to figure out if i die today."

"who's flirting?" you catch my wild hands and give me that long, perfect smile. like we're in this together. "i won't let ya die." you check your watch and sigh again. "well. maybe not this time."

i grit my teeth. you are so not making quips at me while i try to explain the existential dread i'm having. "does the time loop reset if i fucking kill you?"

"honestly i don't know how long it continues after i die, because i just wake up. it could be that the loop goes until the explosion for everyone, and we're all in the loop, or it could be that when i die, the loop restarts. when i die i wake up, is all."

i pull away from you and stalk into the kitchen and start doing all 3 of my dishes. "okay, first, you know i was joking. and secondly, this is exactly my point. you don't know if this is just a parallel universe. maybe in the ones where you died, the explosion happened and nobody reset and it's just you travelling." i have to stop and push the heel of my palm into my eyeball. "... how often have you died?"

i look at you. you look at me. you give me this very sad, halfway smile and a little what can ya do shrug. something in that action seems so old and weary that i want to burst into tears.

"i have to go," you say. "really. for real. there's this family of five i save from getting into a car crash. and i know it's like oh but we're all gonna die in the explosion anyway, what's the point. and..." you shrug again. "it matters to me, is all. at least i saved them for now. at least i saved anything."

you pad over to me and wrap me in a tight hug. you always seem so tall against me. i feel your cheek rest against the top of my head for a moment. for a second, it's just us, and the space is warm, and my heart is a little broken hare.

you leave me there, and i stand in my stupid badly lit kitchen with my stupid mugs. i think about you. i start texting my mom that she needs to get out of the city, but it feels pointless.

i don't know what to do. tomorrow is the same day for you. but i have to prepare to die in my today.

[youreamonocoque]

I want to draw but I am being defeated by my wrists