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hey. send me a ref of ur oc and i'll doodle them on a sticky note for u.

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artists and writers! oc creators!! the works!! if you want, tell me one creative goal you have for 2025, even if it's something small.

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if i could offer... one piece of advice... to any Youths following me.... do not clock out for your bathroom breaks if you get a job in the future where that might be An Option. shit on company time. get paid for it.

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not sure who might need to hear this or if it's just me that needs to, but i've had this thought for a bit and i wanna write it out

you are not a machine that exists to make art. you are a human being, and human beings need rest and breaks.

creative block happens. it's natural, and embracing it as part of the process is far better in the long run than stressing out over it.

we live in a world that emphasizes productivity above all else and needing to Make Something, but truly it is not the end of the world if you're not productive 24/7.

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something about a gameshow where the goal is "get second place" is just so funny. this season is off to an amazing start

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hello gamers

i'm so sorry to do this again

i need to get gas and some groceries tonight, but i do not have enough for both

if anyone is able to and willing to help me out a little again, i would appreciate it -> [kofi link]

as always there is no pressure to donate anything, but if you do, please let me know and i will do a sketch for you like the examples under the cut--we can discuss details when you reach out.

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sorry, i got distracted thinking about beautiful men with fat bellies and huge tits. again. what were we talking about? oh, yeah, your total is $40.19 btw

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kinda curious rn, since it seems i know a lot of people who have issues with thunderstorms-

(feel free to explain if you're comfortable with it!)

this is a no judgment zone either way.

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i like my oc relationships to be intensely and unhealthily devoted. romantic or otherwise. if they're normal about each other what's the Point

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meme i made after the last into darkness session

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writing share tag!!

wowie!! got some writing to offer. hello. i was tagged by the lovely @void-botanist <3 and i'm gonna share an excerpt from some writing i'm doing based on the last into darkness session, bc it lives in my head rent free.

tagging, with no pressure to any of y'all: @vacantgodling @anexor @corvus-rose @albatris @transmasc-wizard and YOUUUU DEAR READER (open tag)

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James’ jaw is set stiffly, his shoulders tense and his expression hard, something almost unreadable glinting in his usually warm brown eyes. He hasn’t said a word in the past five minutes, but his silence as he stares after Barley and Strata rings hollowly in the air.

By now, Eden is confident in his ability to read his friend. He knows James is pissed, that much is obvious, the wrath simmering plainly beneath his skin.

But beyond that…

Eden unsticks his tongue from the roof of his mouth, clearing his throat. “Is everything alright?” he asks. A foolish question, perhaps, but it’s just about all he can muster in the moment.

The words break whatever haze that seems to have settled over his friend, and James blinks a few times as he shakes his head, as if clearing it. James lets out a sharp breath through his nose, offering a smile as he turns back to Eden. It doesn’t quite meet his eyes.

“I need to take some measurements of your legs,” he says instead of answering the question. The answer is obvious to both of them anyway. “Let’s get that done now, so I can get started on your braces once we stop.”

Eden had almost forgotten that James was doing that. Something about this surprise must show on his face, because James barks out a laugh, quirking an eyebrow at him. It’s the most his friend has smiled all morning, and something in Eden relaxes at the sight.

“I meant it, y’know,” he says pointedly as he retrieves a roll of measuring tape from his bag. “I’m gonna make you the best gods-damned leg braces the world’s ever seen. Your legs will be better than ever.” Eden knew that already, of course, that James meant his promise wholeheartedly, but it’s still nice to hear.

Outside, they can hear Strata and Barley talking, neither making an effort to lower their voices. It’s clear that Strata is upset--just as much as James is, if not more. Barley, meanwhile, sounds resigned. His voice is raised, but he’s not rising to the bait. Defensive, but not angry.

“So you just handed Eden over to that- to that thing!?”

“It’s not like that, Strata, believe me-”

Eden decides he doesn’t want to hear the rest of this argument, and he tries to tune it out as his face burns with--not quite shame, but something close. Something else he can’t quite put a name to.

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writing taglist/eden fanclub: @skitzo-kero @anexor @chaieyestea @vacantgodling @corvus-rose @invaderskoodge @yourlocal-lichen @angsty-prompt-hole @drawnecromancy @void-botanist @paradoxspir1t @moonflowerrss @albatris @astral-runic

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Snippet Sfriday

happy snippet sunday friday, gamers!!! the passage of time means nothing to me so i'm posting today.

working on one of my tftgs fics again after not touching it for a while, so here's a bit from that <3 i'm taking the opportunity to vent about customer service here only a little, i prommy

“That’s ridiculous!” she said. “Why wasn’t there a sign or something?”

There’s a sign hanging out front, Jack thought, closing his eyes momentarily and taking a deep breath.

“I’m sorry for the confusion, ma’am,” he said as diplomatically as he could manage, opening his eyes and offering her a smile. “We’ll make sure to put a clearer sign up next time. However, that doesn’t change-” The woman quickly cut him off.

“I don’t like your tone, young man,” she said sharply. “Let me speak to your manager. I ain’t paying that fucking much for cigarettes.”

Jack couldn’t stop the sigh that escaped him as he said, “I am the manager, ma’am.”

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taglist: @vacantgodling @anexor @skitzo-kero @chaieyestea @corvus-rose @invaderskoodge @moonflowerrss @paradoxspir1t @albatris @drawnecromancy @kk7-rbs @astral-runic @yourlocal-lichen @void-botanist @angsty-prompt-hole

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IT'S SNIPPET SUNDAY

oh my god it's snippet sunday- uhhhh hi here's a bit from some writing based on the into darkness campaign,,,,, fun momence with eden n co :3

cw: non-detailed description of a character throwing up, references to drowning.

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Hyndrol and Pevier drag Eden to shore, and the three of them collapse on the beach. As he sits on the wet, grainy ashes, Eden’s heart begins to beat again, sluggish and weak, but steadily gaining in strength. His body is cold and aching, sore and hollow in a way he’s never felt before, but his heart still beats.

Despite it all, he is alive. The thought has him grinning wider, biting back the laughter bubbling in his throat. He covers his mouth to hide his smile, glancing at his companions.

Nearby, Pevier sits, dazed, head in his hands. As far as Eden can tell, he is uninjured--whatever the forest decided to take from him, it wasn’t physical like it was for the other two. He’s desperate to know what Pevier gave up, but unwilling to ask in the moment.

When Eden turns to look at Hyndrol, he does so just in time to watch her double over and retch up several mouthfuls of black seawater.

He reels back in disgust at the same time Pevier does, his mirth falling away in an instant as she coughs and sputters. The water smells awful, worse than the rest of this hellscape they’ve found themselves in: a rancid, metallic mix of rot, ammonia, and salt.

Eden doesn’t know how long he stands there watching her, his stomach twisting and churning at the sight. He’d stopped counting heartbeats while he was drowning, and even now that his heart is pumping again, he’s not keeping track. But after another few coughs, Eden staggers forward and puts a hand on Hyndrol’s shoulder, clumsily patting it a few times.

“There, there,” he says, his dry voice not the least bit comforting. “Just- shit, how much did you inhale, Hyndrol? Word of advice, next time a monster tries to drown you, keep your mouth closed.” She isn’t looking at him, but he smiles wryly at her as she flips him off with one shaking hand.

“Go fuck yourself,” Hyndrol wheezes. By now, Pevier has joined them and is rubbing her back, and he shoots Eden a withering look.

“Not the time,” Pevier says. “She almost died.” Considering they are all under a lot of stress right now, Eden decides to be gracious, and so he does not point out that he almost died, too.

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writing taglist:

@skitzo-kero @vacantgodling @anexor @invaderskoodge @chaieyestea

@void-botanist @corvus-rose @moonflowerrss @paradoxspir1t @yourlocal-lichen

@kk7-rbs @drawnecromancy @astral-runic @angsty-prompt-hole @albatris

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"i love star wars!" i say. "it's one of my favorite series of all time."

as i do, a large asterisk appears in the air in front of me. you tap the asterisk. a new pop-up window appears in front of you with additional context.

it reads: "he's mainly invested in the prequel trilogy and will not listen if you tell him how bad it is, and he will maul you like a dog if you continue to insist that it's bad."

another asterisk appears. you tap it again and read another window: "and the sequel trilogy is certainly flawed and i could write essay after essay about its flaws, but most of those flaws are due to poor writing and directing choices, and disney's need to make the franchise as mass-appealing and profitable as possible. that being said most of the people complaining about it are just racist, misogynistic, or both."

a third asterisk appears. you tap it, intrigued, and read the smallest text box you've ever seen: "i love slutty old monks with swords"

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fuck my stupid baka life i forgot one of his fingers. besides that though this fucks so far (wip under the cut)

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oh no oh god oh fuck i forgot about oc kiss week