#oh shit is this a vent?

[pup-pee]

i have made a horrible mistake ((gave a suggestion))

[gatoburr0]

She’s such a good mother figure it makes me cry.

Quick something because my brain has rotted to a degree.

[skoff-the-artist]

And the world kept turning

He was lying on his back looking at the sky. Grey clouds drifted somewhere beyond the horizon, their edges murky and pulsing in time with the blue blood that flowed away from him. He could feel the snow on his neck, caught by the collar of his jacket as he fell, powerless, to the ground covered with a thin layer of white. The snow had already begun to melt, sticking his silver hair into strands and sending almost imperceptible blue waves across his exosuit. The warmth was leaving him.

One by one he turned off the danger alerts, turned off the beacon. Turned off the comms. The red spots of warnings in front of his eyes disappeared, grayness flooded his entire field of vision. Slowly he took his hand away from his pierced side, letting it fall beside him. The bleeding was easing.

Something small and cold touched his cheek. He closed his eyes for a second and didn't open them for a minute.

Two minutes.

Then he looked up.

Snowflakes were slowly falling from the sky.

There was no one around. Just the sky, the snow, and him, soon to be just as cold. It did not bother him.

Snowflakes had already stuck to his eyelashes, small drops were running down his face, tangled in the fur on his jacket. He couldn't see it, but the snow beneath him had turned blue. Warm. Cerulean streaks widened, penetrating deeper into the ground, small rivers stubbornly making their way between the transparent crystals. Running away from him.

A crack passed through his face with a quiet crunch. It didn't hurt anymore - his whole body was numb, unable to sustain life any longer. He accepted it, lazily watching the clouds as they began to blur. Something other than melt water ran down his cheeks.

He was alone

He didn't care.

[puppyeared]

ownership

[ryomaandgundhamkin]

Okay. I have a lot to explain. First:

Listen- I am REALLY sorry for not drawing a lot. For the last month (by this point it’s probably been a month), I’ve been really, really behind on drawing and TSAMS lore. I don’t really feel that I’m apart of the fandom anymore. I just lost all my energy to actually dedicate myself to the lore of the show. I feel exhausted. Plus, school isn’t helping. For the last two weeks it’s been kind of hard for me, I mean aside from my trip, but then I had to catch up on work then do 1 project. I had two tests today.

Art block is hitting hard and I hope you understand. I just feel like I want to draw, I have a lot of ideas, I just can never get a result I actually like. It’s a process of drawing and deleting all my progress. I feel like it’s either 1., I make too much art, which in turn exhausts me further, or 2., I don’t make art at all. I’ve just been lurking around Tumblr and going around, like “oh I’m so going to draw this”, but I’m realizing that I definitely do not have enough energy to draw anything TSBS right now.

My main focus at the moment is school and school only. I hope you understand this because I had a shit ton of late work I had to do from the days I missed while I was away (7 fucking pages), and I had to zoom through that, THEN I had the science test. I had my math test today and I did well and now I’m tired af. I just don’t feel like drawing in general, period. Coloring maybe, but I just have too many things to do OUTSIDE of drawing online on here. Basically this is just me taking a small break. I’m sorry that content may be slower on my account, but I feel like I need this or else I will eventually just actually pass out from the stress. No one did nothing wrong aside from me. I’m just torturing myself. My brain hurts and my sleep schedule is damaged. Planning events is NOT fun and every weekend, I seriously just want a break, but OH someone’s coming over or we’re doing something or we’re going somewhere. I seriously cannot take a break unless I have NOTHING TO DO, which is kind of impossible considering my mother’s plans.

I just don’t feel like drawing. I feel like I’m starting to sleep more early everyday. My mind is a mess. It hurts. It hurts.

I’m just so sorry about this. I hope you guys understand I may not be in the best mental state (even if I act like I’m not, and same at with school, @kiwikay3 …), and I don’t feel like drawing for a bit. Just expect me to give you updates once in a while and maybe that’s it. Just don’t expect a ton of content or doodles from me.

This problem has nothing to do with you guys, I just want you to know this and know what to expect from me from now on. I’ll catch up with all my art requests and things like that eventually, I just feel like school has taken a toll on me. On my health. But, just myself overall. I don’t want anyone to worry. I’ll probably be active less and less so it’s fine if you unfollow me or something because I feel like I’ve already failed you all, and I’ve already reached the peak of my art journey (mid-October or so). I’m so sorry but I feel like when I write these I just get so emotional and I can’t really describe any of it in words. I’m probably going to sleep after this before I actually start crying. I’m actually so annoyed and sad and I just feel so many emotions. My brother is not helping, because HE does not care about his physical health so me and my parents do instead.

Sorry. Thank you all.

I feel like I’m going to have a mental breakdown fuck i hate this

[bearhiko]

Hey guys 👋

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

me stubbornly forcing myself to drink green tea and rest from my THIRD COLD THIS MONTH

[xxplastic-cubexx]

talking to my brother about quicksilver and i was like 'ik him and wanda are twins but he exudes little brother energy so much' and my bro Without Hesitation just went 'well thats what happens when you're the least favorite in the family' and he says this to me, the youngest in our family like 🧍‍♂️

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

I idolized u before I really knew u. And then u hurt me anyway

Anyway what if I told u this is a post based on how I felt learning about the canon personality of a FNaF character. LMAOOOOOOO

[moeblob]

So, lore?

Lo'en is a half elf and across the world there are designated elven kingdoms. One of them! Where she was born and her mother (elf) still lives, is frigid and in the north. Humans still have an odd tradition for Santa and so she hides her slightly pointed ears so that she doesn't have to sit through ANOTHER "Saint Nick" story that the northern elf king refuses to be offended by. His name is Niklava and he rather LIKES the association of how giving the cold can be! Lo'en could easily live without hearing another comment about ol' Saint Nick and his elves though.

Hold, while technically human/mortal, is cursed to live life over and over. And he has plant/green powers. He gets a lot of the "oh you'll grow up to be fine one of these days!" "you're still a sprout in this life time" "you still have time to bloom then!" and he also hates it.

Because Hold has to continue living even after he dies (though his body regresses to a child like age as he "recovers from death") he's absolutely enamored with Lo'en who just continues to exist. Her life span is way longer than a humans, longer than his /should/ be. And he admires her a lot and is really grateful to have her around for so many of his lives lived. Lo'en is relieved to have someone she gets along with who won't die and leave her forever. He dies, sure, but he gets better.

Lo'en meets Hold first while during one of his sister's dead phases so that's why the two are much closer than Lo'en is to Hold's sister. The two girls do help keep Hold safe when he's dead but they aren't super best friends or anything.

[def-not-kaz-brekker]

i love being aromantic but Jesus it’s so fucking isolating

[oddthesungod]

fuckin…. im a bit grouchy today, but reading “omg someone who draws, draw this extremely complicated and time consuming idea I had for free teehee just throwing this idea out there” makes me want to chew concrete, this isnt cute, you arent coy. just the flippancy of it rubs me the wrong way, “teehee im not asking for artists to draw for me for free, im just throwing this idea out there teehee”

Drives me up the walls, you want your ideas drawn, animated, whatever? Fucking pay an artist

[outlying-hyppocrate]

So Normal about my characters. yes i gave them their own handwriting styles and made up little dialogues on paper like they were passing notes in class. still Normal by the way

[sordid-dog]

what's wrong ?

[cantgetworsethanthistbh]

bill and fords romantic relationship LITERALLY getting introduced as both a solution to Fords problems when he was discussing his loneliness which had the code "STANLEY COULD HAVE MADE HER LAUGH" AND a direct parallel to Fords brotherly relationship with Stan as both of them are charismatic conmen which Bill has outright said Ford is attracted to and Bill fucking calls Ford SIXER!!!!!! A CHILDHOOD NICKNAME ONLY STAN EVER CALLS FORD!!! LOCK IN HOEEEEEE

like am i crazy or is it objectively not even that mind boggling. this is not that deep of an analysis. like i say there are incestious implications but its legitimately not even that, its how ford has the same kind of complex about stanley like how people with daddy issues would have complexes with their fathers and look for partners who remind them of that, which is, in a story telling narrative, super satisfying because it shows how much stans departure affected every possible angle of fords life, but still objectively WEIRD. which is GOOD. ford is a more interesting character because of that but youre sooooo intent on erasing anything mildly problematic and icky that youre forgetting that characters in a story are just that. characters in a story. narrative devices but also entirely FICTIONAL.

[long-claw]

a lot happens in chp 10 of adwd involving mance raydar and the wildlings but what i always focus on and what crushes me every time is jon's loneliness.

he's 16. he spent 14 years with no friends of his own, being constantly told he was below everyone he loved and now he thinks they're all dead. he finally made friends at the wall and those same friends got him voted lord commander, which leads him down this path of isolation.

he's plagued with nightmares of guilt over ygritte's death and his plot to send sam and gilly south. he dreams it was his arrow that killed ygritte, that sam drowns and gilly cries "tears of blood".

he desperately doesn't want to be alone, "He knew he had to eat, but it was company he craved, not food.", and when grenn invites him to eat dinner with them, "Jon wanted nothing more."

but jon is haunted by ned stark's voice telling him, "A lord may love the men that he commands, but he cannot be a friend to them." and so jon declines dinner with his friends, goes to bed and thinks, "This is my lot, from now until the end of my days."

he doesn't throw a tantrum or cry himself to sleep, like any isolated teenage with too much responsibility would be well within their right to do. he accepts that this is how it is and it will always be this way, because he has always been isolated and apart from those he cares about and how could he ever have dreamed that this wouldn't be his lot.