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the rebellious phase tried 50203490329 bg colour combos before giving up lol

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doodles from yesterday

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CHAPTER TWO IS DONEEE! hope yall like it! lots of hashira art this time! webtoon link if u prefer reading it there: The Man and the Moon

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WIP Next chapter of my manga sneak peek:

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lil info dump mostly for my own reference

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webtoon link if u prefer reading it there: The Man and the Moon

short 'manga' of a snippet from mikazuki's backstory lol. we don't talk abt how long this took.

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me n who [nemizuki supremacy]

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the man and the moon.

[aka my beloved kny oc: mikazuki tsugikuni] ive attempted to draw them in the kny manga art style.

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emi emi emi! an oc ive never drawn till now for some reason!! attempted to draw in boichi's art style. super tough!

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Recently saw an insta vid where a musician was singing lyrics that described their intrusive thoughts as a person with OCD, and in the comments every so often there would be people writing like "bro what is this 🤨🤨" and "keep this between you and your therapist dont post it on the internet" and it just further fueled my belief that OCD symptoms and intrusive thoughts need to be talked about more because a majority of the struggle with the disorder is the shame surrounding its symptoms. OCD is not able to be easily romanticized or 'quirky'fied like other disorders or neurodivergencies have been*, and as a result its symptoms are more quickly met with disgust or repulsion.

Other people in the comments were thanking OP because it captured the struggle of real intrusive thoughts instead of impulsive ones. Impulsive thoughts are more of the 'I'm gonna dye my hair randomly on a thursday night' thoughts vs the intrusive 'what if I drove my car into that family and suddenly killed us both' thoughts, the latter of which make OCD as a disorder truly debilitating. And the people that immediately assign bad morals to intrusive thoughts? They only further condemn people with OCD to never wanting to talk about the symptoms they've already been struggling with shame about.

I feel it needs to be made more blatantly explained to the public that OCD intrusive thoughts aren't desire based. They're fear and disgust based. You fear hurting anyone so badly your mind can't stop thinking about what if you hurt someone. You fear molesting anyone so you never want to even touch anyone. Your mind fixates on the 'what ifs' and distorts them into the idea that, because you think this way, you must want to act this way--when the reality is the exact opposite.

If a person with OCD ever confides to you one of their intrusive thoughts and you feel a knee-jerk reaction of disgust towards them, it needs to be reiterated that:

1. the person does not want to be thinking about this, their brain is legit hardwired to make those thoughts pop up

2. the person themselves also feels this disgust, often intensely, and they very likely resent themselves for ever thinking it

and

3. they have no desire to enact the intrusive thought, because its intrusive nature hinges on the person's fears and dislikes.

*And to clarify what I mean by romanticization and 'quirk'-ifying, I do not mean to imply that romanticizing any disorder or condition is inherently a good thing. It's only to state that conditions like anxiety and ADHD have been made such common/'trendy' topics recently that they're less taboo to speak about--leading to more people talking about their struggles with it, and helping others realize they might have it too and aren't alone. Because certain OCD traits aren't as marketable (obviously) a lot of those with it are left rather isolated.

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!!!

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metal band au - The Proxies™ had this shit in my head n had to sketch it out

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employee of da month lookin ahh

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Unknown Variable [Short Story]

Toby leaned against a tree, flicking his lighter open and shut. The flame never came. He wasn’t trying to light anything, just thinking. A name stuck with him. Ward. He hadn’t meant to overhear it. He had been walking back from the woods, just passing by when he caught Masky’s voice. “…Ward’s out there again.” Toby hadn’t stopped walking, hadn’t even let his pace hitch. He hadn’t wanted to get involved, didn’t want to seem like he was trying to listen. But that one word burrowed into his brain, refusing to leave. He hadn’t heard it before. Not in any of the files. Not in the scattered conversations between proxies. No one had ever mentioned a Ward. But the way Masky said it like it was a name everyone was supposed to recognize, made Toby uneasy. The next evening, after his rounds, Toby didn’t waste any time. He found Masky and Hoodie standing by the firepit, talking in quiet voices. Toby didn’t hesitate; he walked up to them, his face set. “Who the hell is Ward?” Masky didn’t even look at him at first, his arms crossed, his usual smirk hidden behind the mask. Hoodie just kept his eyes on the ground, not saying a word. “What?” Masky’s voice was sharp. “Don’t act like you didn’t say it,” Toby snapped. “I heard you last night. You said, ‘W-ward’s out there again.’” Masky gave a slow, irritated sigh. He turned his head just enough to glance at Toby. “You heard wrong, kid.” Toby’s eyes narrowed. “D-do-don’t bullshit me, Masky. You said it. Ward. Who is he?” Hoodie shifted slightly but didn’t speak. Masky, however, was already getting impatient. “Jesus Christ. We don’t know anything more than that. We just know the damn name. Ward.” His tone was getting harsher. “What the hell do you want from us?” Toby didn’t back down. “So you don’t know anything else? N-not even a little?” Masky’s eyes flashed behind his mask. “You’ve got a hell of a lot of questions for someone who doesn’t know shit. Yeah, that’s it. We just know the damn name and that’s all we’ve ever known. Got it, you fucking nuisance?” Toby glared at them both, frustration rising. He didn’t believe them. There was no way Masky and Hoodie didn’t know anything more. They were always in the loop. “I don’t buy it,” Toby muttered, his voice low. “Well, tough shit,” Masky snapped. “That’s all we know. Now fuck off.” Toby stood there for a long moment, staring at them both.  “Fine,” he growled, spinning around to walk away. One evening, after another fruitless search, Toby sat with Chloe by the firepit. She was hunched over a small project, her fingers moving deftly as she tinkered with the pieces. Toby watched her for a moment, trying to get the words right. “Chloe,” he began slowly, hesitant. “Do you know anything about a guy named Ward?” She looked up at him, her expression filled with curiosity. “Ward?” she echoed, her brow furrowing in confusion. “No, I’ve never heard that name before.” Toby frowned, a little disappointed. “You sure? M-Masky and Hoodie mentioned him. I thought maybe…” Chloe shook her head, the soft smile never leaving her face. “Nope, never heard of him. But then again, when I make the weapons, I’m never told who they go to, so…” Toby nodded, feeling a little better. He didn’t show it, but just hearing that Chloe was as in the dark as he was gave him some relief. “Thanks, Chloe,” he said with a small smile. “G-guess I’ll just have to figure it out myself.” She flashed him a playful grin, her hands already back on her project. “You always do, Toby.” As Chloe returned to tinkering, humming softly, Toby leaned back against the log, staring into the fire. Someone out there knew the truth. And if Masky and Hoodie weren’t lying then they were just as blind as he was. That thought unsettled him more than anything. If someone was operating in the dark, someone who could move unnoticed even among them… what else were they capable of?

[A/N] stupid tumblr word count limit

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Wrong Faces, Right Choice [Short Story]

Roman lay prone in the underbrush, his sniper rifle steady against his shoulder. The Forest stretched endlessly before him, thick with fog and the damp scent of earth. Through his scope, he tracked his target. A lone hiker weaving unsteadily through the trees; lost and afraid. The Operator gave no explanations, only commands, and Roman obeyed. His finger hovered over the trigger. "Do you really think this is helping?" The voice was soft. Familiar. Roman’s breath stilled. His grip tightened. "This isn’t who you are, Ro." A second voice chimed in. His muscles locked. Slowly, against his better judgment, he turned his head. They stood behind him, Madeline and Lucas. Ghostly pale, their figures flickered in the moonlight, like candle flames on the verge of snuffing out. Their hollow eyes bore into him, their expressions unreadable. Blood dripped in slow, steady trails from the clean, round wounds on their foreheads. Proof that he’d made the right choice. Roman swallowed hard, his throat dry. “You’re not real.” Madeline took a step forward, her voice barely above a whisper. "Neither was the fear that made you do this." His jaw clenched. “Don’t.” Lucas crouched beside him, tilting his head in the way he always used to when he didn’t understand something. ��We weren’t impostors, Roman.” His tone wasn’t angry. Something cold curled in Roman’s chest. “They were impostors,” he said, his voice firm, resolute. “You weren’t my brother. She wasn’t my wife. You looked like them. You acted like them. But I knew.” Lucas shook his head. “We were real, and you murdered us.” Roman exhaled sharply through his nose, shaking his head. No. They weren’t real. His real brother would have known the nickname he gave him when they were kids. His real wife wouldn’t have buttered her toast wrong. They weren’t them. They were fakes. Infiltrators. He had done what had to be done. Roman turned back to his rifle, forcing his focus onto the hiker. If he just took the shot, the whispers would stop. Madeline knelt beside him now, her presence cold, weightless. "Does he even tell you why you kill anymore?" Roman exhaled, ignoring the tremor in his hands. "I don't ask questions." "Maybe you should." A sharp wind tore through the trees, carrying a whisper. A deep, ancient voice threaded through the branches. Shoot. Roman inhaled. Steadied his hands. But through the scope, the hiker’s face shifted. Warped. It was Lucas’. Roman's breath caught in his throat. The weight in his chest tightened and turned leaden. The hands gripping the rifle, which had never hesitated before, wouldn’t move. The hiker vanished into the trees. Roman ripped the scope away from his eye, his pulse hammering in his ears. His breath came slow, measured. Madeline and Lucas were gone. Their voices lingered, whispering in the wind.

[A/N] GARY! YOU ARE GONNA READ MY CRP OC LORE AND YOU. ARE. GONNA. LIKE. IT! anyway i hope yall like roman bc i love him and need to draw him more.

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Can we see Chloe's closet, girl got pretty cute clothes >:333 what other fashion style does Chloe like?

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Hellooo- I'm Astro [22 | she/her] Multifandom [YGO, AoT, KnY, Dr. Stone, CRP] ------------------------------------------------- OC tags: > #chloe klein and #roman ward [Creepypasta] [#chloby for Chloe x Toby] > #emi hoshino [Dr. Stone] > #mikazuki tsugikuni [KnY] [#nemizuki for Sanemi x Mikazuki] My KnY Webtoon: here Writing Masterlist: here ------------------------------------------------- [!] General gore warning but I don't really post NSFW. I'd say my blog is probably best for 16+ [!] Proship DNI and please don't bring community drama onto my page! [!] PFP/Edit Usage is fine with proper credit! ------------------------------------------------- General FAQ: Q: Can I draw [character/redesign]? A: Yeah absolutely, please tag me in it! Q: What art program do you use? A: Paint Tool SAI Q: Do you take requests/commissions/etc? A: Requests are only open for HCs at the moment and my commissions are closed as of now.