#need my brain to get with the program

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

hope you feel better soon!

I am riddled with ailments, but I stay silly!

[basiatlu]

Harringrove comic wip

[leonardcohenofficial]

i appreciate all the recs for my next new-to-me show i've received thus far and also find it so funny how many medical shows have been suggested as i don't even particularly enjoy the genre (i don't even particularly seek out procedurals!) it's just that MASH the pitt and ER Did Things To My Brain without warning and now. here we are

[dawnthefluffyduck]

Class got canceled so I drew while zoning out to music with the extra free time

[divinekangaroo]

I really need to remember how to write a novel / story in isolation before posting. This whole productivity measures + immediate engagement thing has broken my ability to just sit down and *work* at the thing until it is full and complete *before* making it available.

And, like, posting about the writing process doesn't help either because there's that annoying effect of losing motivation if I've even so much as posted *about* the thing.

[lavenoon]

kisses him kisses him kisses him

@naffeclipse you've seen this one but I'm posting it today for the serotonin boost, so have a callback to the first doodles <3

*self insert is not a girl (he/ she)

og detective au by sunnys-aesthetic!

[rainbowangel110]

Guys I am so sorry for dropping off the face of the earth, it will happen again

[mochiwrites]

ough I need start posting stuff again I miss the interactions of posting fics </3

[astralprisms]

*howling like a great wind through a canyon, it engulfs your mind, drowns your senses. Above the howl rises a screech, gleeful and maniacal. It is the way and the truth. Absolute.*

The Emperor: Leave - them - alone.

*the screech quiets, the howl fades. Your mind is hollow, save for one lone voice.*

The Emperor: Bane's Chosen has fallen - his Netherstone is yours. You have done well.

Xa'rok: I heard the Absolute scream.

The Emperor: You heard the Elder Brain. It's regaining its autonomy. It cries not from pain, but exaltation. We must stop it, before it breaks free.

The Emperor: One Netherstone remains - Orin's. We must find her and take it from her. After that, we take control of the Brain. You should start wondering what you will do then.

Xa'rok: I'll decide once we get there.

The Emperor: ...sometimes, you surprise me with your wisdom.

[i-like-old-things]

You already know

[pollen]

hi fellow neurodivergent people

i hate to jump on the "i think i might have adhd" bandwagon, but if i think i might have adhd, how do i bring it up to my care team as a 28-year-old cis woman who was a massive overachiever until i couldn't keep up the ruse anymore?

[unrooms]

You feel it this time; recognize the urge for what it is- chat is suggesting that you try some shapeshifting. And you do want to, but- well, now's not the time, and- you still aren't really sure about it and anyway there's other stuff to do so- you ignore it. You can do that, thankfully. It doesn't seem like chat can make you do things. Or at least if they can they aren't...

On the drive, the flesh explains more about this world, but you're kind of distracted and you don't hear most of it.

It leads you back mostly in the same direction you came from, past the point you first appeared. A little past the ground changes from the fluff to the blue bumps, which are unsurprisingly harder to drive on, but it's not too bad. The flesh explains that each stretch of the same plant is one entity, not a lot of the same species. It says that when beings- including plants- separate from themselves, the smaller resulting portion gains a somewhat different nature, though it's usually at least a little similar to its parent's.

Not long after that, you reach the flesh's group. Despite everything on your mind, you can't help but be distracted by meeting them- there are four of them besides the flesh, and they're all strange. One has three extremely long, thin legs carrying its flowy main body high into the sky. It's introduced as 'the tall artist'. One- 'the star-seeker'- is just plain big, towering like 15 feet over you. It's not taller than the tall artist, but it's way bigger overall. Then there's 'the little grower', who mostly just looks like a cluster of grayish crystals with short legs below it, and is in fact pretty small compared to the rest. Like the size of a medium dog, maybe. Finally, there's 'most-knowing of us', who kind of reminds you of Jabba the hutt, though you're sure that comparison is unfair. But it's kind of sluglike in shape, only with little buglike legs.

They're all kind of scary in their strangeness, but you don't really feel scared of them. You're mostly just in awe at how varied and lawless their bodies seem to be.

Before the conversation can go much farther than introductions, you're surprised by Ella taking your elbow and saying,

"-Sorry, but I need to talk to Ro alone for a bit. Flesh, would you ask them about finding some void?"

"Certainly. Take however much time you need."

You're confused and slightly worried about what she wants to talk about, but you follow her back into the wagon.

"Let's see if I can make this soundproof..." She puts a hand to the wall and seals up the wagon- you can tell that she did make it soundproof as the voices from outside disappear.

"What, um- what do you wanna talk about?"

She sits down and pulls you next to her. The little affectionate gesture makes you feel more at ease.

"There's something on your mind," she says, straightforward. "I can tell. I wanna make sure you're okay."

"Oh. Well, um..."

...You should probably tell her about chat. It is bothering you, and besides she ought to know but--

"-Well I've just been thinking about shapeshifting and-- I mean it should be perfectly possible and safe, right, with everything the flesh explained? And I could always change back..." She looks like she's about to say something. You try to pre-empt it. "-I know you think it's a bad idea, I just..."

"No, I think you're right. ...I'd still be nervous about doing it myself, but I think it's probably okay. But what's got you so worked up about it..?"

Her voice is gentle. She takes your hand, and you squeeze it, grateful for the comfort.

"...Sorry. I just- I don't know. I don't like my body as it is, you know? And, and- now I know it could be something else." You look up at her abruptly. "-Would that bother you? I mean-..." You trail off.

"No. I love you for you, not whatever body you're in." She cups your face in her hands, making you blush fiercely. "And I want you to be happy, so if it's important to you- or if it's just something you like- then I want that for you."

You can't help a little, bashful smile.

"You're too perfect."

"Well, you're perfect too." She drops her hands from your face to pull you in close. "...What would you rather be?"

"Well um... I don't know. It's not like I've thought about it much before. ...Not human, though." Face hidden in her neck, you admit: "...I like wolves."

Petting your hair, she warmly says, "I'd like to see what you look like as a wolf." You smile.

"...There is something else, though... There's--"

You're cut off, though, as the wagon rattles alarmingly.

"Uh."

Ella frowns, looking more frustrated than worried. "-We'd better see what that's about."

You nod and climb out of her lap as she changes the wagon back to normal. Outside, you feel a surge of fear as you find what seems like a fight-- several other creatures are wrestling with the flesh and its friends. Bits of what sound almost like- birdsong?? are cutting through the combat, and you realize with a start that they're coming from the fighters when the flesh cuts off its song to yell to you.

"Ro, Ella, careful!"

You yelp as a very sharp creature covered in spikes lunges toward you. You dodge away but now it's between you and Ella and you're pretty sure it wants you dead and suddenly you're pretty happy to have someone else in your head because what do you do

What now?

[weredogart]

I got clipstudio paint to work!! merry fursona fmonday to me!!

[itspileofgoodthings]

also I had a breakthrough today that I had in fact overthought a Specific Problem to Death and that I had created a monster in my own mind and that’s why it felt like I was being eaten alive every time I tried to solve it.

[idl3dr3ams]

ok ANYWAY that last post is not the one I was intending to make

But it is relevant

Cause the aforementioned tmagp episode came up in my dream last night, which IS what I wanted to talk about

My brain came up with this AU where Jon was for some reason also working at that same mall as a teen or whatever well before he got hired at The Magnus Institute, and so he gave a different perspective on the events that unfolded. And he was like... Reading out an old statement he had made. This was like. An episode of TMA my brain invented

And it made it believable

Usually I'd wake up after my brain did something like that and go "yeah that never could have happened." But somehow it made this one work.

But what's even more impressive is that I've listened to MAG 92 and MAG 160 enough times that I was able to listen to both episodes in full in my dream and they were both accurate.

Once again, usually a few things would be wrong. Cause this is a dream. And our memory isn't perfect. But I swear on The Beholding that they were accurate to the word.

There was also some stuff from MAG 138. I don't even listen to it all that often, and I wasn't listening to it in my dream, but one of the people I was hanging out with was like. Saying lines from it. Which was so random but go off king

[set-wingedwarrior]

I've been studying in uni since midday, with like just half a hour to get something to eat, which I hate while still studying. It's 6.20pm now, and even considering how I frequently need micro-breaks to keep myself functioning (literally 5 minutes from time to time to check texts or scroll a bit of tumblr, stuff like that), it's still a damn lot. I am exhausted.

I may be a degenerate student, but no one can say I am not trying here 😭