#but I will be lying down for a minute

[thebibliosphere]

Sometimes people tag me in ask games, not as a participant but as an answer to "whose your favorite author?" and I get to see my name listed next to people like Neil Gaiman, Jane Austen, Terry, Pratchett, Tamora Pierce, Douglas Addams, Diana Wynne Jones, and I just have to lie down and breathe for a minute because I am so mean to myself when I'm writing.

I get so angry and frustrated that my ADHD means I've been writing the same chapter for a month. My physical health means I got nothing done for an entire year except survive, and I always feel behind and struggle to even care about what I'm doing some days.

It punches the wind right out of my self-loathing in a way countless hours of therapy a week can only aspire to. Seeing someone state with exclamation marks and firm resolve: That One. I want that one. This one is my favorite.

Like, what the fuck do you mean I'm someone's favorite author? I mean, thank you, but are you sure??

[hood-ex]

You know the whole cereal debate surrounding Dick and how some people believe he eats cereal because he's too tired to make a full meal to eat? Yeah, well, I relate to that hardcore now. The last thing I wanna do is wait around for food to cook after working for 12 or more hours. As soon as I come home, I toss shit into a blender and down that smoothie as quick as I can so that I can spend more time showering/relaxing before I have to sleep.

Let me be clear, I 100% reclaim cereal for Dick. That man can eat cereal if he damn well pleases.

[puppyeared]

Book cover sketches

[rays-occult-books]

haha yeah i love that media. you know the one, with the goofy blonde guy? yeah he’s got sunglasses and a red outfit? and there’s a black cat-

[sallymew4]

i was able to draw again after a grueling (not really) three days :)

take them theyre hot off the press. mostly

[trainingdummyrabbit]

two of them 👍

[satans-knitwear]

*does nothing* evening well spent.

Treat me ~ Tip me ~ More of me

[aro-culture-is]

quick note - this blog is gonna be sparse again for at least this week. trying new medications and tbh initial side effects are not super pleasant + actual effects build up. as a result: currently as if unmedicated for mental health, with anxiety+ side effect, extra fatigue, dizziness, and fatigue. it's uh, sure something.

totally recognize that most of y'all know we're absent at times due to health things, just wanted to give a heads up that this one is at least anticipated.

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

nothing like a call from your mother to make that escapism feel extra sweet

[vigilskeep]

do you think shadowheart knows i love her

[seiwas]

every time i read monty’s fics i feel like this

[joycon]

dgmw i dont give a fuck if people do drugs, or what drugs they do. not my business. but id rather actually have the choice rather than feeling like i have no other option but to be a stoner bc doctors dont wanna fucking medicate me for my pain

[running-in-the-dark]

the cats were sleeping on my lap, Coco was half lying on Freddie. then Freddie moved...

[sincerely-sofie]

I was going to write this idea as a story, but my mind keeps flatlining every time I try to coherently make it. I still wanted to share the idea, so here’s a snippet that pretty much summarizes it:

TW: child abuse, neglect

•••

“Mother, is Boulders Quarry dangerous?”

“Pokémon can handle it if they’re prepared and experienced enough,” Twig hums, stirring the stir fry on the stove, “but those are with Pokémon who are trained, and it can still be dangerous even for them. It’s not a dungeon that me or your dad would let you go to for a very long time — not until you’re adult or close to it.”

She hears shattering behind her, and Twig quickly turns around. Opal’s plate, once holding in apple slices and strawberries, is in pieces. The ceramic remains decorate the floor, some stained by bruised fruits and the juices left behind. Twig’s mouth opens, ready to ask if Opal’s okay and warn her about stepping on the sharp pieces, but the words that mean to come out die as she looks at her daughter. Opal’s eyes are wide and slowly become teary. Her body trembles, evidently the cause of the broken plate rather than her potentially tripping. Her stare never leaves Twig, her mouth quivering as words try to come out but never do.

“Opal?” As soon as her name leaves Twig’s mouth, the Marshadow begins to cry. Fat tears roll down her cheeks, only getting heavier when Twig rushes to her side and brings her into an embrace. “Opal, what’s-?”

“I have a friend-” Opal chokes on her words, trying to push through an invisible blockade in her throat. “She- she says that her big sister and brother try to leave her in dungeons by herself to ‘toughen up’ and that they were going to take her to Boulders Quarry today. She doesn’t like fighting — she usually hides when they try, and I can always find her, I haven’t been able to find her- she- I don’t- I wanted to say- she said they’ll run away and take her if anyone knew, and she didn’t want to go away — but now she’s not here, but her big brother and sister are- and- and-!”

Between her blood running cold and her burning organs, Twig manages soft words that she thinks are comforting by the way Opal’s cries calm down, but the Charmeleon can’t hear them. Ark comes into the room, concerned words leaving, but Twig doesn’t hear them. She gently puts Opal into his arms and she thinks that she mentions an emergency, but it all blurs after that. Now she walks out of Boulders Quarry, a quivering, shaking child curled up in her arms. She is careful not to aggravate old wounds that couldn’t have come from the recent the recent dungeon. The familiar excuses are desperately made by the kid, but Twig knows.

“I just got lost.”

“I got this because I fell — I fall a lot.”

“I’m okay, I’m fine. Don’t tell auntie my big brother and sister. I can go by myself.”

Twig knows and, internally, she seethes.

•••

It’s not my best and everyone is probably ooc, but I hope it’s still somewhat enjoyable. Sorry if it isn’t tho!

"Not my best," they say. "I hope it's still somewhat enjoyable," they say. Meanwhile I am holding this fic in my teeth like a rabid dog and shaking it (appreciative) and biting it (adoring) and eating it (complimentary).

I don't have many words to share because I've just been reeling at how good this is ever since it was sent in, but I can't wait to see any more of your work, especially of this concept!

[dropthedemiurge]

Ouch, i feel a sleepless night coming to me

It's weird, I already took a pill but i genuinely don't know how to lie down so it will stop hurting

Like everything hurts but in a weird "wtf is the reason" way

Is my neck already complitely fucked up?

Can i take my head off just to sleep and put it back in the morning?

[shima-draws]

My chiro: You should ice your back for 20 minutes before you go to sleep tonight :)

Me: Yeah okay that’s probably a good idea!! I have been having really bad flare ups all week

Me now: Bad idea BAD idea this is so fucking COLD 🥶