#stay-true-to-yourself

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

I love you Safety Wizard.

(Inspired by @keroascrazy)

[invisiondisraavian8888r]

Don't ever water yourself down to fit in. Become the most potent version of yourself.

[tempo-takoyaki]

Here is my last prompt for SVSSSAction's Gotcha For Gaza from an anonymous donor! They asked for some freeform Bingyuan, and I imagined this little scene. Chocolate is good~

[spiritualseeker777]

[faronmckenzie]

Don’t let their energy change yours.

[positivelypresent]

Do what you want to do! 💛

[stayuntilthefoglifts]

Be asexual, do crimes.

[kbsd]

this is so miserable that i'm actually annoyed about it. 'some other 8th thing' how about a single positive option.....enjoyment? ambition? curiosity? creative fulfillment? family and loved ones? simple joie de vivre?

[the-broken-pen]

“You’re going to blow out your arms,” the villain observed. They watched as the hero merely grit their teeth, shoving themself through another pull-up. It looked painful, and if the sweat slicking the hero’s brow was any indication, it was.

They waited for the hero to let themself drop from the bar and accept the villain was stronger. But they didn’t.

Three more pull-ups, and the villain stepped in.

“Hero,” they said slowly. “You’re about to tear the ligaments in your arms. You need to stop.”

The hero blew out a shuddering breath. Struggled for purchase, fighting gravity—and let themself drop.

The hero’s hands were bleeding, calluses torn open by the bar. The hero didn’t seem bothered when their own hands shook so much that their blood began to splatter on the gym floor.

For a moment, the villain could only stare at them.

Shit.

They didn’t know how to handle this. They knew the hero was dedicated. They knew the hero was strong, and perpetually trying to be stronger, but they hadn’t thought…

They hadn’t thought the hero would be so willing to tear apart their own body for success.

It was supposed to be fun, the villain thought. They felt a little sick as the hero pressed their palms together to soothe the bleeding, an action that was practiced and familiar. As if they had done this before.

The hero reached for something in their bag, smearing blood on the side, and pulled out a roll of blue electrical tape. The villain didn’t understand why, until the hero tore a strip off and made to wrap their hands with it.

The hero would be the death of them.

They crouched in front of the hero, plucking the electrical tape out of their hands.

“What are you doing with this?”

The hero blinked at the villain like they were the strange one in this situation.

“Wrapping my hands?”

The villain hissed in a breath.

“With electrical tape?”

The hero flushed slightly, looking down at their bloody hands. They looked close to tears.

“It…sticks to skin, really well. And it doesn’t move, either, when you move your hands or wherever else, even if you’re fighting. Plus, blood doesn’t make it come off, at least, not for a while.”

The villain blinked at them.”

“Blood doesn’t make it come off,” the villain repeated, processing. The hero nodded, reaching for the electrical tape. The villain settled it out of reach.

“Not if you wrap it right.”

Dimly, the villain realized that meant the hero had done this enough times to have it down to a science.

“And you couldn’t use a bandaid?” The villain asked incredulously. The hero shrugged a shoulder, then winced at the motion.

Yeah, the hero had absolutely blown out their arms.

“Bandaids move—“

The villain hushed them.

“Be quiet for a second.”

The hero, wisely, went quiet.

The villain rubbed a hand over their face, then studied the hero for a moment. They took one of the hero’s hands into their own, studying the damage.

“Why did you do this to yourself,” the villain murmured.

“What do you mean, why,” the hero snapped. “It’s my job.”

“Your job is to save people,” the villain corrected. “Not destroy yourself.”

“I’m not destroying myself—“

“You are.”

“Shut up—“

“Hero.”

“I need to be better,” the hero snapped. Their voice rang out across the gym, echoing into the rafters, and they both froze. After a moment, the hero spoke again, voice soft. “I need to be better.”

They said it like they needed the villain to understand. The villain wondered who they were really saying it to—the villain, or themself.

“Better than who?”

“Everyone.” It was hushed, like a secret.

The villain watched them, waiting.

The hero took a shaky breath

“My whole thing is being the best. I have always been the best. That’s the only reason I matter. If I’m not strong enough, then I am nothing, so I need. to be. better.”

The hero had started crying, very quietly, like they were afraid to take up too much space.

The villain was not equipped to handle gifted kid burnout.

“There’s more to you than just being a good athlete,” the villain said hesitantly, and the hero shook their head.

“No. There isn’t.”

“Hero.”

“Can you give me back my electrical tape?” They hiccuped to contain a sob.

“No,” the villain said firmly, and then the hero really was sobbing.

“You don’t understand—“

The villain didn’t. Not really. They had never been the kind of talented that the hero was.

They wondered now if maybe that was a blessing.

“I don’t,” the villain agreed. “But I do understand that you’ve saved half the city, and you give everything you have to give, and you always do your best.”

“But I-“

“No.” The villain stopped them. “You are doing your best.” They tipped the hero’s chin up until they met the villain’s eyes. “And it is enough.”

The hero froze, eyes darting over the villain’s face. They wondered if anyone had ever said that to the hero, if whatever mentor they had was giving them anything other than orders to be stronger. Be better. Be more.

The villain had some new targets to take care of, it would seem.

For now, though, they had to take care of hero.

“We’re going to go wrap your hands,” they said softly. “And then we’re going to take care of your arms, and you’re going to take a nap.”

The hero nodded, watching them like they were some kind of good, selfless person.

“And if I ever catch you using electrical tape again, so help me, I will put you six feet under.”

That startled a laugh out of the hero, and they let the villain guide them to their feet.

“Fine.”

The villain turned to them. “Okay?”

Are you going to be alright?

The hero seemed to understand.

“Okay,” the hero agreed.

Yes.

And so, it was.

[the-tortured-apollo-department]

It melts my heart to know that Endou is an even sweeter person in the game, he takes such good care of everyone 🥹

Treats Tachimukai like his little brother, gets up immediately when Fubuki starts having nightmares, protects Kidou from being slandered by his former school partners...

It's no surprise that Hiroto fell in love with him

[alienglowgarden]

Im bad at writing coherent things but I need to get this concept out of my head so it stops haunting me.

I had this idea for another fic called The Undine Colony.

The setting would be the second colony by the sea- started when Sol is in their forties- the story taking place an unknown time after that.

It starts with the alarm that the original Stratospheric colony has gone silent. Collapsed all its networks, killed every signal, spirited away every colonist. As it still houses much of humanity's most advanced tech, like the servers for their holonet, essential parts of the power grid, this is an issue of extreme urgency.

And who better to turn to in their moment of need than Sol? So here they are suddenly jolted into wakefulness.

Their first thought is that they cannot feel their body. They quickly learn they are not in fact the real Sol, but only an AI copy made of their brain-scan from many decades ago. Though they cannot access the future vision as an ephemeral bit of software, they have superior computing on their side.

The gist of it being that AI Sol is now in charge of the 2nd colony to replace the hole left by Congruence, all while being tasked to figure out whats happening to the og colony & trying to reestablish contact. Aaand trying to piece together their own existence on top of it. Trying to find out what even happened to the original Sol. If they have something to do with this blackout.

So yeah, itd be slowly unfurling that mystery, piecing together the gap in their memory & issues of personhood.

[libraryleopard]

YA contemporary coming-of-age graphic novel

When sixteen-year-old Phoebe Zito moves to a new school in Los Angeles after recently coming out as a trans girl, she's taken under the wing of popular girl girl Mackenzie, who decides to teach Phoebe how to survive and thrive as a girl in high school

Thrust into a new world of dating and social dynamics, Phoebe must figure out where her heart lays and how to stay true to herself

[grub-hut]

Moving onward.

Posting this here also... I've decided to still keep this account up for archive purposes, and since a lot of people here enjoyed my pressure fan art[ 1,000+ of you...] it's only reasonable I do this as a kind of a farewell gesture. If you have seen my posts on Toyhouse and Bsky. I've decided I am going on a long, permanent indefinite hiatus. I am leaving social media as a whole. I need a break. A decade being chronically online can do irreversible damage to someone. Long story short. I'm tired. Traumatized. Fearful and paranoid about my life. I've been taken advantage of and been bullied, witch hunted, groomed, sexually and emotionally abused, stalked and so on that I just can no longer view this as a good escape for me anymore. It has ruined my mental health far more than I'd like to admit. I've realized I am far behind in what I want to do with my life that I simply just wish to relax, heal and find other careers that id love to branch out on. As someone who was suicidal for nearly half my life, I did not expect to make it past 18.

Especially with the state of the internet right now, its just no longer applicable to be here. [ Fuck AI ]

I've been put in many uncomfortable situations having zero support systems. Many I've which regret. I need time to process it and find inner peace with oneself.... The constant paranoia that I am being watched is exhausting. It has done irreversible damage with my physical and mental health and that Is something I have to learn to work with. I've been way too open about my life as a kid growing up to people who I thought I can trust, only for them to turn around conspiring and hurting me. Individuals who want nothing more than to see me hurt. I was finally able to move out in a place where I can start new and fresh, people who I am thankful for and who helped me with new changes. Away from these individuals... I still plan on posting my comic, its been my passion project for years and I will see the light at the end of the tunnel making it my own reality. Its something I am proud of and WILL be publishing for all to see, but besides that. I am no longer associating myself to social media, to any other platform. I do not wish to be reached out[ unless its extremely important and even then responses are expected to be extremely slow..] I want to be left alone. I am much happier spending time with my loved ones and finally having my privacy. Thank you for 10+ years, it has been a rough ride but its been fantastic seeing everyone grow into who they are now. Artists all alike n what not. Hope to see you again sometime in the future, but for now I'd like to really begin my process of healing and self reflecting as a growing adult. Thank you, you are free to unfollow. side note: I no longer support Pressure, Zerum or the dev team. Thank you.

[spiritualseeker777]

[theanonymousninja247]

🤔☝🏼Good To Know☝🏼🤔

I try really hard to post uplifting things because I get real sick and tired of all the refuse in the world sometimes and I don’t want to ever add to it.

But sometimes life gets too real, and people I care about get hurt. That’s very hard for me because nothing frustrates me more than feelings of helplessness and an inability to aide. Which is why I firmly believe that good information leads to good inspiration and prevention is the best intervention. With these feelings in mind, I’d like to share some stuff that I thought was useful from my women’s self defense class at university. Hopefully it can help somebody. Please stay safe y’all 🫡🙏🏼🍀🫂