#profile woes

[sassyandclassy94]

Now that I changed my profile picture to Don I don’t recognize my own blog🥴 it’s been SwanFire for SIX years….

[pxme-granate]

REAL photograph of team seafoam BRUTALLY ATTACKING team stardust! WATCH OUT OR THIS COULD BE YOU!

[volivolition]

lmao get loved loser!! get absolutely fucking treasured!!

[shi0n]

its always a bit of a culture shock when i see people with rly aesthetically pleasing discord profiles. song lyrics. different fonts. everything. i have my irls on there so i cant be caught being too fancy

[ghostwise]

las jaras 🏹

close-up because uploading it ruined the quality

[shmorp-mcdurgen]

Mandela Prophet AU: Parasite

TW: major body horror, mentions of spiders, blood

Notes: This is. only a little over 1000 words long, and is basically an exercise on how gross (/lh) I can describe how the Parasite takes over, or just. body horror in general-

So. yeah. here it is the funny (not really) thing

Pain.

           That’s all Adam could think about.

           He sat in the corner of the room, huddled in himself with his arms wrapped around his torso, as if he was trying to hug himself. He wore a cheap white shirt, which he knew would be stained with deep crimson by the time the night was over, and his pale brown hair was a complete mess. He grimaced, baring his teeth as his legs kicked and his body shuddered. He couldn’t stay still as much as he tried, feeling as though his body no longer belonged to him. His eyes opened for seconds at a time before shutting them tight, tears lightly streaming down his thin, malnourished face.

           He had felt this before; multiple times in fact, but it never made it any easier. If anything, the anticipation of what he knew was in store only made the experience even worse. He could feel it wriggling inside of him, pressing against his sore ribs, shifting them as if they were nothing. Every single movement from the parasite inside of him made Adam want to vomit, making him dry heave, but nothing ever came out, as the parasite had eaten and replaced his stomach a while ago. He hated the shifting of half-formed limbs inside of his torso, restlessly pressing against the underside of his muscles and skin, clawing for a way out.

           “Come on you f-fucking bitch just do it already…�� He muttered rapidly under his breath. “Fucking…DO IT.”

           He let out a loud surprised yell before hunching over, supporting himself with his trembling hands as he weakly crawled towards the middle of the living room. He began to regret challenging the parasite to speeding up its process as he felt his back sting, feeling as if it was burning and being stabbed with hundreds of pushpins. It would happen at any moment; Adam knew it. No matter how prepared or familiar he was to this process, he dreaded the inevitable agony he was going to be in. The only bright side was the fact that Sarah was back at the BPS HQ, and Adam was currently in an abandoned home that smelled of mothballs and mildew. At the very least, Sarah would be okay…he hoped.

           His chest heaved, his breathing uneven and heavy, the act of doing so becoming harder with every second. He let out pained groans as the parasite shifted under the skin on his back, pressing against it and the shirt over it. The sharp, burning pain began as the hands of the parasite began pushing for a way out, clawing at the flesh as Adam began to scream uncontrollably. He coughed up blood, pressing his hand against his mouth, trying and only somewhat succeeding at suppressing his cries. He curled his free hand into a fist and slammed it against the wood flooring, not even caring when it stung afterwards. His heavy and rapid breathing continued before he felt the parasite push harder against his skin. He dropped the hand covering his mouth before accepting his fate, and shrieking as loud as his throat would allow.

           The first hand pierced through the skin, blood seeping out of the small wound from its fingers before the arm pushed itself through the opening, tearing and staining the shirt above it. Adam could feel the sharp stinging as the cool, stagnant air hit his new wound, yelling as the long, mangled arm slid through the opening before pressing its hand against the floor. Blood dripped from the arm, and a puddle began to collect underneath it. Adam wished that was all there was, but knew it only was the beginning.

           Adam’s agonized cries continued as the second impossibly long arm broke through on the other side of his back, copying the movements of the other as it also pressed its large, bony, blackened hand on the floor beside Adam’s curled up, shaking body. Adam felt his ribs shifting to make room for the other parasitic arms that were preparing to escape his body, groaning and screaming as he shut his eyes tight, as if not looking at what was happening to him would make it go away. What a childish thought.

           Six more anatomically correct arms pushed through his back, reaching towards the sky before flopping over Adam’s back. Adam could hear and feel the skin tearing and stretching over the new limbs, and his bones popping as the parasite rearranged his anatomy to fit it, no matter how painful the process was for its host. Adam could hear faint squelching, almost concealing the barely audible sound of inhuman whining coming from deep inside his body, where the parasite originated. Adam found himself unable to scream, with his throat raw and his mind blank. All he could do was stare at the ground, drenched in sweat as he shakily held himself up.

           Adam felt something scratching from the inside of his cheeks before he felt a hard, keratin like mandible push itself out of it. Adam gagged, feeling six mandibles exit his mouth, scratching at his face with the tiny hooks at the end of each of them. They wriggled around before one of the limbs protruding from his back covered them up, suppressing Adam’s groans of agony completely. Adam shut his eyes, feeling a hand clasp onto his hair and two others cover his eyes. He wanted to struggle; he really did, but he was so…tired.

           He felt his body grow heavy, and his arms become weak and numb before he fell towards the ground, only being caught by two of the other parasitic limbs. His entire body became limp, paralyzed as he felt the two largest arms slowly raise him into the air. Adam could only see darkness, hearing the arms feeling around the abandoned living room. It was looking for a way out, he presumed, as that was normally what it did.

           Adam could feel the cool night air when it eventually made its way out of the home, its many joints popping and creaking with every movement. God; Adam simply hoped that no one was out that night. He never wanted to hurt anyone, though unfortunately it wasn’t his choice to make anymore. All he could do was tag along for the ride.

           Adam wanted to keep fighting, but as he heard the sounds of someone screaming in the distance fade away as he fell unconscious, he realized there was nothing he could do but wait.

[asian-ascian]

decided i did Not Vibe with the last dorm uniform design so I redid it, along with some of the information on her profile. So here’s an updated version!

also i’m more active on twt rn. same username, except replace the dash (-) with and underscore ( _ ) (so it’s asian_ascian). I post more there, including other art i haven’t uploaded here yet & some WIPs of my writing (technically one WIP of my writing, but I’ll post more in the future for those who don’t mind spoilers about my stories)

[cheezyharu]

Random night chat

My cousin randomly asked if I write fanfic or not and I was like. Haha yeah I sure do write *sweeps my ancient ass Zelda fic deeper under the couch*

Anyways fucking hits you with a quick thing for World Ender and Infinite Strife, for the funny.

It was a quiet night in the world of Arcaea, perhaps even more quiet than usual. Aside from the entire commotion caused by a certain airship captain and a navigator from Lanota, there isn’t much for World Ender to do aside from the usual paperwork. But “usual” for him means sitting in place from morning to late night, and even later whenever he has to attend a duel request from Guests. But the point is, he is done with work, and he is more than ready to go and rest from sticking his eyes into those pieces of paper now.

But strangely, he isn’t that sleepy yet, and so he found himself wandering into the garden that Arcana Eden had been taking care of, and lay down on a patch of grass.

He looked up to the sky, head empty: “night” is just a figurative term in Arcaea, where the sky is perpetually white for as far as anyone could see, and the only notable detail aside from that are the streams of Light and Conflict memory shards floating in the sky, ever so occasionally twinkling like the “stars'' he had seen in several memories stored in the castle. 

“Oh? Don’t expect to see you here.” Interrupted by the voice, World Ender annoyingly looked up from his spot. “Ah. Hello, Infinite Strife.” He said as he noticed the girl with a pink rose growing over her eye standing near him.

“Hello hello!” The girl, Infinite Strife, exclaimed, “I thought you would go to sleep at this time?” She asked as she flopped over next to him.

“Don’t feel sleepy, so I figured I should probably visit Eden’s garden for once.” World Ender answered.

“Riiiiiiight, pretty sure this is the first time you’re here since Eden introduced it to us?” Strife noted, before smirking, “I just honestly find it remarkable that our ‘residential sleepy boy’ finally decided to go anywhere but his office or the living quarters.”

“Oh shut it,” He refuted “Isn’t that better than Ms. ‘I work and sleep anywhere but in my own office or the living quarters’?” “No it isn’t!” She denied.

“Yes it is.”

Strife huffed, turning away from World Ender. It was quite awkwardly quiet after that, until Infinite Strife began talking again “...Glad to see that you’re outside enjoying yourself for once.” 

“Whatever you say.”

“I’m kinda serious when I said that, you know?” She continued “It’s pretty concerning knowing that the only places you ever go to is work and sleep… And maybe occasional duels but that felt like a once in forever thing, and we’re basically immortal, Ender!”

“You have to take care of yourself, you know? Things getting too repetitive might make you lose your mind! Common, have we learned nothing from the incident with Ether Strike and Axium Crisis!?” She ranted on, yet World Ender didn’t answer, opting to let the conversation die out by itself. 

After that comment, Infinite Strife turned towards the eternally white sky that he had been looking at. The silence between them now felt much less awkward, and now that she had the time to admire the sky, she had to admit: that though it may not be the most beautiful sky in the Tower, it was more than enough for her.

“Hey, World Ender…” She said, yet heard no reply from her companion. She quickly glanced over to him, only to find out that he had already fallen asleep for god knows how long. “...” She paused in surprise, before softly sighing “Oh nevermind, you need rest anyways.” and returned her gaze to the sky. Soon, she found her eyelids slowly dropping, and she decided to close her eyes for a short while.

…

That next morning, Arcana Eden found herself pausing as she looked at her fellow friends, Infinite Strife, and World Ender, sleeping soundly on a patch of grass in the middle of the garden.

“Well, first time seeing this,” Pentiment commented. “Never expected to see Ender anywhere outside of his office.” “There’s a first time for everything I guess.” She chuckled lightly.

[coffee-without-anesthetics]

TRANSLATION DONE DONE FINISHED OVER PROCESS HAS REACHED THE END OF ITS MOST DIFFICULT PART 🎉🎉🎉

[t4tbedehopmar]

also i did this while i was gone blehhhhh

[waywardsalt]

mmmmmm two sketchbook linebecks im pretty happy with

[beechersnope]

every day i go on hinge & there's at best one single 22yo to swipe on before i run out of potential matches entirely 🥲

[peevishpants]

Are you open for commissions by any chance or have your rates listed anywhere?

hiya! thx for asking ^^

my comm info is linked on my >> carrd <<

They're perpetually open but I don't actively advertise them. u kno, like secret comms unlocked by clicking and stumbling around haha (tho i'll probably properly advertise them if i'm ever in need of emergency funds or something!)

[thinkingnot]

me when life: i could put this in a fic

[zeekar]

I fucking hate custom tumblr pages I had a mini panic attack because I realized I couldn't fucking find my way back to the tumblr home feed

[tlatotem]

The new computer at the bakery was slowing down since Tuesday and all I could figure was an update did it.

Searching for files or bringing up a photo to print was agonizingly slow.

Then today the computer said "user failed sign-in" and upon reboot it took 20 minutes to load up. I let it try, I wasn't going to risk it destroying files.

The files were gone. Different background image, like it went to the default one. No pictures for orders to speak of, no Firefox on the menu bar, though some programs still installed while others were completely gone.

Couldn't open any settings, Applications crashed each time. I found a website that recommended restarting the computer. So I did that.

It's working. Files found. Can search and queue images for printing. Without modifying anything I restarted three more times just in case.

Working again. Terrifying.