#very overwhelmed today

[shitpostingkats]

Oh to have the poetic symbiosis of a rogue who bites people when he’s stressed and a barbarian who becomes resistant to physical damage when he’s protecting his friends

[rosurie]

PCs as Love Interests

DAMSEL

- you can either meet Damsel in school surrounded by other students or after a modeling gig at the café. 9 times out of 10 she won't approach you. UNLESS you happen to catch her eye [through aesthetics, smarts, strength, personality quirks, etc. essentially if you aren't someone who she deems boring, she sets her sights on you.] Damsel can take some time to romance because she is demiromantic.

Unique Stat(s): Intrigue; Obsession/Possession

- the route of this stat that you unlock all depends on how you interact with her and how high your English+Seduction stats are. For Damsel's Possession trait, it's fairly simple to unlock. if you are devoted to her, are soft spoken/meek, or have a masochistic trait, you have a leg up towards unlocking Damsel's Possession. the higher the Possession, the more she will begin to nudge you into doing things for her, she may start manage who you can hang out with, and full Possession Damsel will genuinely start to view you as nothing more than a dog who's purpose is to be subservient to her. she won't let you leave her, she won't let you find interest in anyone but her.

Damsel's Obsession trait is harder to unlock because she's very particular about who she lets have power over her. In order to tip Damsel's Intrigue into Obsession, you have to be able to out manipulate her OR be a powerful/influential enough figure that she's willing to put her pride aside for you. her Obsession is different than Kylar's in that outwardly, she stays the same, but you will notice she's always seeming to listen to your advice or lets you push her in a certain direction of your choosing. she's also far clingier and will subtly seek praise. max Obsession Damsel is willing to do anything for you.

last little facts:

- you can raise her Possession with low love, but not her Obsession.

- you have to have at least 25> Intrigue to even unlock her love stat.

Horn Brain Content

- despite presenting herself to be a very dominant person, she is a switch! but she's very particular about which people can dom her. her lust stat is open from the moment you meet her <3

- she's still a virgin. this is partially by her choice and partially because to get to her virginity, you have to grt through Noé. though you definitely could take her virginity without Noé's approval/ interference, it is harder to do. good luck ♡

NOÉMIE

- you can only meet Noé alone at the temple, since he makes his presence at school scarce. however you can also meet him if he's with Damsel in town, typically on Barb Street or Nightingale Street if he's picking her up from the Dance or Photography Studios respectively. Noé is another hard to romance person but that's because his mind isn't really wired for romance. he thinks hes above you, regardless of your relationship status, so get used to that.

Unique Stat: Influence

- raising Noémie's Influence requires you to let him make all or most of your decisions for you. it starts with small things like choosing accessories and clothing for you and very quickly revolves into you being, essentially, a doll. you move how he wants, when he wants, and he really doesn't want to hear complaints, darling. he wants a mindless devotee, not a silly thing with their own thoughts ♡

Horn Brain Content

- Noé refuses to be anything but the dominant one. sorry babes, it's the god complex. he's also very unwilling to put his angel tf in jeopardy. he will however get you off with other methods but like he will not fuck you I'm so sorry if that's what you're aiming for. he's also a vengeful sadist so good luck soldier.

a little note as well: if you romance Noé or Damsel, expect to interact with the other fairly often. Damsel is far less likely to try and interfere in your relationship unlike Noé but...she is there. you have to be prepared to deal with Noé and Damsel's odd relationship ♡

TAMAYO

- you first meet Tamayo in one of three places. the nurse's office in the school, the pub on Fridays after meeting with Mickey, or at Darryl's being harassed while bartending. Tamayo can be difficult to romance because she often keeps to herself or she's being dragged around by Whitney. if you have a delinquent status or sadistic trait, Tamayo is more likely to approach you.

Unique Stat: Hysteria

- it's exactly what it sounds like. the higher her Hysteria, the deeper she's pushed into her masochism and suicidal thoughts. when at max Hysteria, Tamayo starts to have vivid thoughts of you killing her. she becomes desperate for you to be increasingly violent with her. she's not going to end herself though, it has to be you.

Horn Brain Content

- Tamayo is a submissive and drooling masochist. though she looks miserable, she likes to be thrown around, manhandled, used as a punching bag, etc. she'll agree to anything you request, even if it's to her detriment. her lust stat starts at 15% if you have a reputation for being violent.

my pcs are free real estate ♡

also I'll be making a separate post for Tomoe. partially because I haven't figured out their unique stat and partially because they could never be an LI, so I'll make a POI post for him ♡

[suntails]

FINALLY got a better job!!!! somehow i will now work in IT. i do not have IT experience but goddammit i have the desire to earn a beautiful paycheck

[fate-defiant]

Last year I spent about a week or two rotating Fakir's mom in my brain. It didn't really go anywhere beyond a few vague ideas and I just ended up sitting on these sketches for like 15 months, so I'm posting them.

Some quick and dirty headcanons: her name is Bahar, she is turkish and cheesy as it is I decided to make her a ballerina too.

EDIT: me have scanner. yay

[capn-twitchery]

What are you accepting for expression requests — your OCs, canon characters, other OCs?

just my ocs for now! there is only one canon character i love drawing and i don't think it's very good for expression memes, unless i do this with it, i guess

[spookythesillyfella]

UUGHH I JUST HAD THE WORST DAY IM SO ANGRY AND FRUSTRATED GRRRR !!!!! goes to draw my best friend @jumjum-crafts 's guy to blow off steam

★ version without text + reference image under cut :

★ song : "STATIC ELECTRICITY HUMAN – Computer Flavor" – kairikibear

[huellitaa]

i giggle so hard whenever i see one of my posts on someone else's blog like omg..... i'm actually liked by people..... blushing rn

[trans-rights-coastalmangoes]

not me picking up another shift at work tomorrow in hopes that it'll trigger my alter to start fronting so he can finally come home and play mouthwashing

[rosaaeles]

i’m struggling with feeling guilty for having asked people to share what makes them happy with me because i still feel really sad and anxious. and i know i wasn’t going to immediately feel better by reading the responses to that post, but it feels like people’s time spent replying has just been wasted on me idk if this makes sense i mean that sometimes when im really panicked or low i feel beyond help. i feel like ive wasted everyone’s time. i know it’s not logical and that im feeling like this because im really anxious right now but i don’t know what to do i feel like i need to apologise to anyone who wrote anything for it being so wasted on me. and i want to apologise to anyone following me who has had to see all my vent posts in the past few months when its not what they signed up for. im just really sorry and i hope j feel better soon and can just go back to posting normally and being normal again

[septimus-heap]

ID: 2 digital sketches of septimus heap and mandy marwick. In the first drawing they are teenagers and in the second they are adults.

1: Septimus and Marwick sat next to each other. Septimus has Marwick's keeper's journal open on his lap and is pointing at something in it. Marwick is watching him with a smile. Septimus is wearing his green apprentice tunic and cloak, and his silver belt and brown boots. Marwick is wearing a dark brown cloak with a silver pin, beige shirt and brown trousers and boots.

2: Septimus and Marwick hugging. They both have their eyes closed and are smiling. Marwick is taller than Septimus and is wearing a plain tunic. Septimus is wearing his ExtraOrdinary Wizard robes.

End ID

Commissions of sep and marwick from @vithcy who is INCREDIBLE and AMAZING and maybe a mind reader bc these r like. The greatest thing I've ever seen. Maybe a little silly to say they feel custom made for my tastes given I commissioned them but considering how vague I was in asking!!!! Literally that!!!!! Images specifically designed to make me scream and yell and eat rocks!!!

[deerdoeb]

Feeling really bad and sick rn, so if I don't post anything in the next few hours assume the worst, assume I threw up and DIED!!!

[blossoms-phan]

fall in love again and again

[sphylor]

cw: blood

Today's practice had turned out way more stressful than Dew had expected. Papa was caught up in some ministry business so the ghouls were left to go through songs and choreography by themselves. Dew was a little bit thrown off by this news but it was fine. They had done loads of ghoul only practices before and done everything they needed to do. But there was an air of what Dew could only describe as silliness hanging over the other ghouls today and it was making it hard to get damn near anything done. 

“-and then I told him that I didn't even work there!” Swiss exclaimed as Phantom and Cirrus doubled over with laughter.

“So you had this poor guy follow you around the whole store trying to get your attention?” Cumulus giggled as she wiped a tear from her eye.

“I don't even know why he did it!” 

There was another eruption of laughter and Dew eyed the instruments that his bandmates had abandoned to go listen to Swiss’ story. He looked round at the other ghouls and saw the same level of disinterest in practicing. Rain had sat down on the edge of Mountain's platform and pulled out his phone and headphones while the earth ghoul absentmindedly drummed out a beat and stared out the window. Aurora had even linked her phone to one of the speakers and was playing some new hit pop song. Everything was so loud and disorganised. Dew tried to get anyone's attention, but between the laughter and the music and the sound of Mountain's drums no one could hear him. Or they were all just ignoring him. 

“Guys can we get on with the fucking practice? We start touring in a month and we still have so many things to go over.” Dew raised his voice and everyone went quiet. Aurora turned off the music and everyone got back into position. Dew felt guilt start to grow in his gut at all the sheepish looks on his bandmates faces. But he shook his head and looked at the setlist they needed to practice for the first show. “Okay let's just start from the top because Papa isn't here.”

They got through the first few songs without a hitch but when they got to the first solo in Faith, one of Dew's hands decided to cramp and completely fuck up the whole thing. Dew stifled his cry of pain and everyone stopped to see what happened. 

“I'm fine. Let's just start again.”

Dew tried again but his fingers weren't cooperating. He kept fumbling the notes as his hand continued to ache even after the cramping stopped. He was getting increasingly frustrated with himself. Everytime he messed up the solo he went back to the start and tried it again. He didn't even notice when the other's stopped playing when he started to do that. He also didn't notice his glamour slipping and, with what seemed to be a deafening twang, Dew's claws sliced straight through several strings.

The sound of his only blood rushing through his head was the only thing he could hear as he stared down at the guitar. One of the strings must have caught his hand as it snapped and Dew watched the blood drip down his wrist, staining his sleeve. 

Phantom rushed over and tried to take his hand. “Dew, you're bleeding! Let me fix that for y-”

A deep, guttural growl cut the quint off as Dew snatched his hand back and threw his pick to the floor. He would have thrown his whole guitar to the floor too if he didn't know how much it would cost to replace it. So he just shoved it on its stand and stormed out of the room.

As he marched down the corridors he could feel the hot tears start to stream down his face. He was such a fucking idiot. Phantom didn't deserve that. None of them deserved the brunt of his temper. The guilt made his stomach churn and he wanted to scream. He wrenched the door to his room open and slammed it shut behind him, before launching himself into bed. Grabbing the nearest pillow, he screamed into it until his throat was raw and his head hurt. 

After that, he realised that the feeling of his clothes sticking to his sweaty skin was just too much and he practically ripped them off his body, throwing them across the room and not caring where they landed. Then he remembered the cut on his hand and saw how much blood he had got all over his bed. It was everywhere. All the thrashing about he had done had caused the wound to keep reopening and bleeding all over his sheets and blankets and pillows. Dew practically jumped away from the bed and just stood there, too overwhelmed by everything to do anything. The tears started again and Dew just didn't know what to do. He fell to the ground and sobbed. 

[mitamicah]

Yay, I am up to date again with prompt 20 for @kaarija-inktober (Frank Edition); Excited :D!!!

Another concert inspired piece!! I really love Jere's little excited spins so I decided to draw it :'D

[atorturedpoetsquill]

I feel distant

Lately, I feel distant—from myself, my surroundings, my responsibilities, and my morals. It feels as though I don't belong here, in my place. It doesn't feel right. I have these recurring dreams.

Dreams about places where I see myself sitting on grass, rolling down hills, jumping around sprinklers, dancing in the rain, watching sunsets, collecting wildflowers, tending my garden, and sitting under a tree reading with my best friend.

Dreams about working as an English professor at a quintessential university, surrounded by academics, students, and literature.

Dreams about coming home to my beloved, watching him make dinner while I sit and stare in adoration with a glass of wine in hand, holding each other while dancing under dimmed lights to some jazz, acknowledging not having any idea of what we're doing but laughing about it because we are having fun.

Dreams about having a family, promising and assuring them every day that I love them, and that life is nothing without them.

Dreams about having a life of my own, free of the push and pull, free of living up to someone’s expectations, free of the feeling of not being good enough, of being left out, of loneliness, of the constant reminders that no one understands me or cares about my opinions. Free of being treated as a 19-year-old infant who cannot hold her neck up. A life where my dreams are just mine.

But lately, I feel distant—from my dreams. The fear creeps in like poison ivy covering the walls of abandoned dwellings. The fear of watching them fade into this hellhole of a life.

by Willow