#nothing can top that drop

[passionartx]

Ahh the struggle of wanting to write, make art, work on projects and talk to people but having 0 energy and hardly being able to stay awake is beyond frustrating. Chronic illness go away I wanna make Tails cry.

So with that ✨self projection time✨🤭 (sorry tails, no escape)

I can so see Tails getting extremelyyy frustrated during times of intense fatigue or illness. I imagine he likely has these energy dips quite often given the knock on effect the strength of using his tails might have. His likely poor eating and sleeping schedule from working on projects on top of this definitelyyy wouldn’t help.

I think that’s what he’d find most frustrating of all. Him having all these unfinished inventions, gadgets and blueprints he was so excited to keep working on, maybe even things so, so close to completion… and not having the energy to work on any of it. So much of his worth stems from wanting to use those things to help his friends, and the inability to do so would make him feel worthless. Sonic of would remind him that’s not the case of course. But that wouldn’t take that frustration and doubt away <\3 And knowing Tails, that probably still wouldn’t stop him from trying and he’d only make himself more ill in the process.

Ahh this consumes me. I’ve actually got a fic wip that’s been sitting around for like 2 years that kinda surrounds this concept. Maybe one day I can try and get it out there! ✨ ( …When my own health improves and I’ve got the energy to finish it that is lol, one day hopefully :,) )

[harlowes-home]

me opening up my wattpad account for the first time in years after scouring the internet for a crumb of Skin-taker content and not finding shit:

THERE ISN'T ANY GOD DAMN FOOD IN THIS HOUSE SO I GUESS I GOTTA MAKE IT MYSELF! FUCK!

[avianii]

I have a test in every class Thursday and 3 of them are APs LOL anyways have these random sketches I made in class to cope 😀

[loderlied]

mmm essay about sally and kid gort in the tags (cw for child abuse, mentions of suicide, animal cruelty and a murder attempt. i always hope i don’t have to say this but just in case: i don’t excuse or condone any of her or gort’s behaviour at all.) this is literally not even touching upon everything i have to say because i hit the fucking tag limit lmao. NOBODY READ IT’S BAD BRAINSTORMING I JUST NEEDED TO GET IT OUT SOMEHOW

[svnflowermoon]

why can i literally not function at school like i swear i'm trying i just can't focus????

[mxtwister]

Same Old Story - Part 1 of Discordant Days

Chapter 1: The Stranger

Rating: Teen and Up

Characters: Player Character, Kayleigh, Dr. Pensby

Warnings: N/A

Summary:

| Well, we all fall in love, but we disregard the danger Though we share so many secrets, there are some we never tell | When Cass awakens to find themselves stranded on the strange and fantastical New Wirral island where man and monster intertwine, they soon become entangled in their new friends' longing to find a gateway back to their home worlds, and escape this land once and for all. Their only clue? The fractured song of a fractured being-Morgante, an Archangel with desires of her own-whose lonely music leads Cass and their companions on a journey across New Wirral that will change the fabric of this world, and their lives, forever. ...That is one version of the story. But Cass doesn't know where "home" is. In fact, they can't even remember who they are. And as they struggle to find their identity in a world suspended in animation, they may just discover that their story-this same, old story-stretches across time in ways they could never have imagined.

Read on AO3

Well, I guess we're doing Cassette Beasts now

Preview under the cut

The morning The Stranger came to town was the morning the light fell not-quite-right on the gleaming pearl of New Wirral island. Lonely in the ocean, awash in air of a milky blue tint that was held as still and bracing as breath between teeth, it swelled imperceptibly–anticipatory, but of what?–the ground rising and stirring and groaning softly with the ache of forgotten motions. Within it, something pressed under the skin. Its pressure cracked the ground. Softened like sores left untreated and rotting, the earth bucked and crumbled away in soft black chunks with grass tearing like tangled hair and from under it cold masses budded and rose–

–and just as suddenly, an unseen palm opened and pressed the ground back into shape. Its fingers curled and, finding what it was looking for, gently cradled the figure lying alone on the shore.

“It’s time to go,” it seemed to whisper. “It’s time for us to begin.”

The Stranger awoke. 

Immediately, they clutched their stomach and retched a gutful of saltwater onto the sand, clouded with mucus and blood and tasting like a sour wound. They gasped for breath. Salt heaved in their lungs and stung where it rubbed against the cracks in their lips; when they were finally empty they massaged their sore throat, wincing at the long, scratched-up streaks they could feel running down to the pit of their stomach. How much water had they swallowed? Or, better question, when had they even swallowed it?

Why couldn’t they remember?

Why, when they wiped their mouth with the back of their sleeve, was the fabric completely dry despite the waves that had torn their stomach and still now lapped at the back of their heels?

They shook their head in an attempt to clear it. There had to be something inside to uncover, something that would tell them where they were, how they’d landed alone in the sand surrounded by dried beachwood and limpid seaweed strips and pieces of shells as fractured as their own memory. But there was nothing. They were alone, even inside their own mind. The only company they kept was the whistle of wind that curved under their ear and along the line of their jaw towards their chin, lifting it up with the gentle touch of a friend saying, “Look. Come see the world that you now live in.”

The world….

It was dawn and everything was soft. The sandbanks rolling into hills of sweet grass and flowers were sparkling pink with white particles like flecks of glass or snow, above which trees fluttered teal-shaded leaves and bushels of pine that crispened the air with their sharp smell. Undergrowth leapt between their roots. Fresh, spring green, they were filled with babish curls of new growth and the small heads of newborn anemones already taking on their distinctive star-like shape, mingling with dog rose and daisies in a bed of leaves that intertwined like hands and fingers searching for the comfort of a warm grasp. 

Sometimes there’d be a twitch of a petal or the clatter of a pebble tumbling down the side of the dunes. Birds twittered, but there wasn’t once a flash of wings. Insects buzzed in their ears, and yet not a fly came to land on the stinking pool of blood and vomit beneath them. Here they were seeing the world, but somehow they seemed to exist just outside of it, like a hasty scribble etched into the wrong layer. 

Really, the only proof they had that this wasn’t some elaborate farce or hallucination was…

…well, there was none.

All they could do was trust their senses as they flooded, renewed, into their body. Lifting their head, they sniffed the air for anything other than brine or blood or plant decay, but the thickness of the odor swamped everything. Even if there was civilization close by they wouldn’t be able to catch scent nor sound of it until they got away from the roar of the sea and its bubbling, crashing, hissing waves. Squinting past the salt that fuzzed up their vision, they glanced around. To their right, the line of beach ended in a wall of craggy cliff rising high enough above the sea to vanish into the thick soup of early-morning fog. Not ideal. To their left, though, it seemed to go out much farther, and in the not-so-distant distance three shapes of a strikingly bold orange stood out against the dimmer, more natural colours of their surroundings. Could they be man-made? A sign that there were people close by, that they weren’t totally alone in the wilderness?

It was worth a try.

The Stranger staggered to their feet and began to drag themselves across the sand. Their body ached as if it’d been pummeled by the waves for hours, a strangely uniform pain that pulsed through their muscles just beneath the unbroken skin. Every now and again they felt something fidget inside them. The twitch of an organ, maybe, the righting of a rib knocked askew. They tried to slow and give their insides a chance to reassemble themselves, but found themself quickening anyway when the objects ahead came into sharp enough focus for them to make out their distinctive, pyramid-like shape.

The Stranger came to an abrupt spot as the traffic cone closest began to quiver. Its base lifted up like a flap on a jack-in-the-box and from within it two large, almond-shaped claws emerged, guided by a sickly green flame of an eye lit up with a supernatural intensity. The creature stared at them, motionless. They stared back. Was it intelligence they saw in that glimmering, bulb-like eye? Or was it aggression clacking along those sharp, ridged claws? They couldn’t quite tell, but either way they didn’t like it when the creature began to creep towards them.

Traffic cones. Unexciting on their own, but a sign of life.

Just not the kind of life they were expecting.

“Greetings,” they said. “Get out of my way.”

As if in answer, the creature’s eye flooded a nasty-looking red.

“Fine. If that is what you wish.”

[safflinas]

excuse my di*bolik lovers posting in 2024 but . i was thinking about reiji again 🙄 i think my fave thing abt him is that he's actually one of the most childish of the brothers but he's so well-mannered that no one notices

ig because his formative years were shaped by always being second to shuu so he gets a kick out of securing all the little "wins" he can

[theinfinitedivides]

Not Ramaiya Vastavaiya is Jawan's equivalent of Jhoome Jo Pathaan with a hint of Besharam Rang!Spanish era and (i will swear by this) Tattad Tattad energy thrown in for good measure. i am trying to come up with coherent thoughts bc anything i could put on the internet rn will land me in horny jail but i am calling that sh*t out when i see it

[cluepoke-archive]

Still one of the best panels in comics I've ever seen

[olliepurples]

the sexy brutale's portrayal of what disability is like is so wild.

you ask your good friend, as an architect wheelchair user, if you can build a lift into his mansion, both to give him more space in the basement, and generally as an accessibility feature.

he says "oh, yeah!!! sure man!!!"

and you say "great, where can i build this?"

and he says: "yeah, in the furnace!"

and you say "...hm?"

and he says "yeah man, just build it in the furnace!"

and you say "but won't i burn to death if anything goes wrong with the power?"

and he says "yeah, sorry...... yeah sorry the only place we could put it is the furnace...... sorry......"

and then he unlawful act manslaughters you in an entirely unrelated arson.

[beaversatemygrandma]

At roughly 4 to 5am one of the cats decided to climb on top of the shelves right above my head where i sleep. Shelves that we put there specifically bc they couldn't reach them. (They grew since then. They can now...) And I was rudely woken up by a lego succulent that was on display hitting me right in the head.

The little shits have mastered verticality and I'm hating it.

Anyways. Anybody have any recommendations of museum putty for displayed lego sets? (Bc anything that isn't plastic isn't out in the open bc of them.)

[invinciblerodent]

((dear god i'm so tired))

[icewindandboringhorror]

It always seems a bit unbalanced on The Great Food Truck Race when there will be multiple teams who are cooking a wide variety of complex dishes with 10 different components and a bunch of prep work, and then there's that one team who like... exclusively serves plain crepes with some premade nutella on them, or plain waffles with just some whipped cream and cut up strawberries lol...

[sege-h]

Ummmm it doesnt matter that character ages were removed from the Sonic character profiles they do still have their old canon ages and if you think that actualllyyyyy they never acted or sounded like those ages then youre a creep looking for excuses to put them in adult situations :/ Like thats child endangerment that you're depicting there??? Why do you wanna see that blorbo of yours beaten and bloodied and traumatized??? You ACTUALLY wanna beat up kids? You freak??

And why are you drawing him driving a fucking car he should not be driving a car he's a child! And STOP drawing Shadow with guns!!! Children shouldn't have those!

And while you're at it, stop drawing art of Amy working at a bakery! Like wow what a freak you actually want to break child labor laws in real life???

I know plenty of 12 year olds that own apartments and cars of their own, so I can confirm that these characters were always ALWAYS meant to be their previously listed canon ages! If you say otherwise youre a freak!

(This is Not a serious post, for the love of god)

[killiru]

Guys guys guys, hear me out.

What if tomorrow Sand's secret hook-up Gmmtv-bro-cameo happens. What then? And what am I supposed to do with my unhappy self if it's not Mix, what then?!

[binders-and-beanies]

Doin bad again folx