#this took like twenty minutes to post

[underwhelmingalchemist]

In honor of the Gävlebocken being declared dead by wikipedia

[lavenoon]

dca heart emojis for all your dca heart emoji needs

[lokilysolbitch]

i really don't understand non adhd peoples advice to ppl with adhd. "just put all the distractions away" ?????????? literally what. do y'all,,,do y'all??? need???? physical distractions to be distracted??????? ????????????

like what is supposed to happen. okay so i took my phone out of the room. that wasn't the main distraction anyways bc i was staring at the wifi signal on my laptop and tracing the bars with my nail. clear the display?? i mean sure but i've already moved on to thinking about the font of the o's on the textbook. they have like. thin lines for the top and bottom parts but the rest is kinda thick. i should try that pomodoro study thing i saw a while ago. when was that like ten years ago?? damn thats old. i was like twelve. i had this one music teacher when i was twelve and she used to use these colorful pens on the sheet music and i'd always be like why are you writing on music with pen how will you erase that but to be fair it was really pretty and like i get it now bc i got a bunch of markers recently and they're so fun. i'm trying to learn to draw and i'm not sure if my art style is more colorful or like pencil sketches because i like color but i always default to pencil sketches and then never color it. i should make a tumblr post about that sometime. maybe later tho because i'm busy right now. oh shit yeah i'm supposed to be studying. how has it been twenty minutes already. oh wait i was supposed to clear my display silly me. where's the button for that even. hmmm where's settings oh i saw this one video about settings the other day but it was really confusing i think it was supposed to be a joke or something. it was kind of funny tho and i looked at the account and the whole page was just about settings like imagine if i did that with photos or something like how do you come up with that but at the same time i kinda g

[voidoffline]

Fanart of YouTuber Akases. It was a neat ‘trying to survive in the deep dark’ video

Closeups under cut:

[the-solver-system]

..

OH!? SO EVERYONES JUST GONNA WORRY ABOUT ME? NOT OUR SYSTEM, OR THE COLLECTIVE, OR ANYBODY ELSE!? HOW MY PARENTS MIGHT FEEL IF I HAVE TO GO, OR MY CHILDREN, OR MY SIBLINGS, OR LITERALLY ANYONE!?

IM NOT THE ONLY ONE HERE YOU CAN'T JUST IGNORE EVERYONE ELSE UNLESS THEY PRETEND TO BE ME OR SPAM VENT POSTS!!

AND YOU CANT EVEN GIVE A SHIT ABOUT ME PROPERLY

YOU DONT EVEN GIVE A SHIT ABOUT ME!

IM JUST A "COOL HOST" OR SOME SHIT!

Y'KNOW WHAT!? MAYBE I'LL JUST LEAVE! I'LL FORCE Y'ALL TO LEARN TO FUCKING LOVE THE OTHERS AND NOT JUST STAND AWKWARDLY OR IGNORE THEM BECAUSE "WELL I DONT KNOW THEM"

WELL YOU KNOW ME, AND I LOVE THEM! MAYBE TRY TO FUCKING GET TO KNOW US

I DONT WANNA KNOW YOU IF YOU ONLY GIVE A SHIT ABOUT ME

ESPECIALLY IF YOU DONT EVEN ATLEAST CARE ABOUT THIZZY

HE'S LITERALLY MY SIBLING

MY "TWIN"

WE ARE JOINED TOGETHER

WE ARE SEMI-FUSED

HE IS THERE FOR ME WHEN I NEED SOMEONE

HE IS THERE FOR ME WHEN I DONT NEED SOMEONE

HE TAKES CONTROL OF THINGS WHEN I CANT

HE TAKES RESPONSIBILITY AND PROTECTS US

WHY AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO ANYBODY GIVES A SHIT ABOUT!?

AND WHY DO THEY NOT EVEN ACTUALLY GIVE A SHIT ABOUT ME!?

YOU DON'T KNOW HOW MANY PEOPLE WORK SO GOD DAMN HARD TO KEEP US AFLOAT

JUST IN OUR SYSTEM ALONE

THIZZY IS THERE WHENEVER I NEED TO GET OUT OF FRONT OR FRONT IS NEEDED TO BE OCCUPIED

VEEBEE HELPS ME GATEKEEP AND KEEP TRACK OF ALTERS BECAUSE I HAVE SO MUCH GOD DAMN STUFF TO DO

YEVA, NORI, AND KHAN PROTECT AND SOOTHE US

THATS ONLY OUR SYSTEM

AND ONLY JUST A FEW OF THE GOD DAMN PEOPLE

YOU DONT CARE ABOUT THEM

AND YOU CANT EVEN CARE ABOUT ME PROPERLY

STOP IGNORING THE PARTS YOU DONT LIKE

STOP

ONLY

CARING

ABOUT

ME

ITS SO AGGROVATING

SOMEONE WILL COME INTO FRONT WITH FRIENDS AND THEN LEAVE BECAUSE THEY EITHER GET IGNORED, OR TREATED LIKE THEIR ME

THEY MATTER TOO!

I GET IT, "YOU DONT KNOW THEM", BUT THAT DOESNT MEAN YOU GET TO IGNORE THEM

YOU KNOW US AS A COLLECTIVE

THEY'VE LURKED BEFORE

HELL MAYBE YOU DO KNOW THEM BUT THEY JUST PRETENDED TO BE ME BECAUSE THATS THE ONLY WAY THEY DONT GET SIDE LINED!

THE AMOUNT OF TIMES WE'VE HAD ALTERS COME INTO FRONT AROUND FRIENDS/FAMILY, SAY HI, MAYBE GET GREETED, AND NOT TALKED TO AGAIN OR IGNORED WHEN THEY SAY SOMETHING IS FUCKING ANNOYING!

THIS IS WHY IM THE MAIN FRONTER

WHY IM OVERWORKED

BECAUSE NOBODY CAN FUCKING GIVE A SHIT ABOUT THE OTHERS!

OH GOD AND ESPECIALLY MY DAD, KHAN?

HE NEVER FRONTS NOW!

I HAVE TO WHINE AND BEG FOR HIM

BECAUSE NOT ONLY WAS HIS FIRST EXPERIENCE BEING SIDE-LINED FOR HIS WIVES

BUT IT WAS ALSO HIM BEING COMPARED TO HIS SOURCE AND TREATED LIKE THE SCUM OF THE EARTH

AND SURE OUR FRIENDS NOW MIGHT NOT BE THAT BAD

BUT NOBODY FEELS WELCOMED!?

IM NOT EXPECTING A WELCOME PARTY AND A CAKE TO BE BAKED FOR THEM

IM EXPECTING FOR THEM TO BE TREATED LIKE FUCKING PEOPLE

And I can't even be cared about properly..

I'm ignored until I'm on the brink of fucking suicide.

or until I go directly to vent to people..

and when..

when I wanna rant about my family..

like.. in-system family..

i get ignored...

I talk about alters and then people sideline it

I talk about shit and then nobody cares

I'm tired..

you guys have made it so i never want to front again.

i don't want to speak to you guys ever again.

i don't want to be the host forever but nobody else is accepted so here I am.

thinking basically everyday "will this be the day I die?"

and most of the time its Thizzy helping me through it.

giving me the will to live.

its Nori helping me through it.

or anyone else.

so yeah.

i dont care right now about how terrible of a person I sound like.

We have been struggling for months with only our system being able to front for the most part because the other systems were forced out due to them not catering to what our friends/family wanted.

and now its getting worse.

now its turning into me being the only one able to front.

fuck this.

you guys made us feel like shit.

[anonymusbosch]

sometimes i feel like extending the kindness you can, when you can, is the only thing there is

[withickmire]

"What is a shop?"

So obviously this sentence makes me insane, because it's so sad, but also so frustrating. Of course, Jasmine has no reason to know how Deltoran currency works. But what I think is so unique, is that Jasmine's lack of literacy--financial, literary, or otherwise is never used against her (other than in passing) I wonder if Rodda and Tamora Pierce have ever talked to each other--I bet they have!

[beauzos]

i don't love driving. i kind of do and kind of don't but i have to remember what i'm fighting for: not having to interact with my dad

[merriclo]

ayye sketchdump

these are just evidence of me fucking around to try and figure out how i want the Links to look in my au!! sorry if a few of these turned out blurry, i lost my glasses a few days ago and it’s difficult to tell if it’s the camera or my eyes T.T

(from left to right: potential vio design, loft and lorule doodles, potential palette design, v1 (version 1) oracle design, v1 wild and lorule, v1 oracle saying “love’s a hoax, eat a mango, bitch,” first attempt at a wind design and figuring out lorule’s hair, v3 wild hair idea, v3 oracle design idea)

you can rlly tell who exactly is troubling me and giving me a hard time. i left out most of the rlly obnoxious trial and error processes (and also the stuff that just looked downright bad), which means that not every character i’ve been working on is shown here, but this is a decent chunk of the stuff i’ve been doing art-wise.

i’ve got a lot of stuff done story-wise, too, which i plan on posting abt in a few days. basically despite the lack of content i’ve been pushing out i am toiling away at this story and plan to have chapter one out very soon !!

[trenchcoatsbi]

@indigo-flightly-falls you showed us art so now I throw art at you >:]

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[teacupsandcyanide]

my therapist said recently that ASD is now being phased out of use on the basis of it including the word “disorder”. My first impulse was to be spicy and say it should include some word recognising that people who are autistic are rendered functionally disordered by the fact that our society refuses to accomodate us, and in fact there is not enough support or recognition of the fact that autism is a disability that, while not inherently more wrong than non-autistic ways of being,

Fuck I forgot to take my melatonin. That’s why I’m still alert at 22 minoots past midnooght

[pikky126]

i just discovered that we can wear gloves to not activate the capacitive touch screen while using my stylus 0:

this will be really nice for steadying the screen while i draw! also i get to wear gloves :3

[daydreamertrait]

the only posts of mine that get any attention are my shitty renders but i dont even like rendering most of the time and it makes me not want to post anything

[akechi-if-he-slayed]

new low: watching sp animatics on my smart tv because my mom took my phone

[starmocha]

would you still love me if i was a worm? (and other thought-provoking questions) Sylus/Reader | 2100 words | AO3 In which Sylus answers many meaningful drunken questions at 2 AM. A/N: Why have I been clowning on this man 🗿 lowkey based on this post I made before his release lol

It was rather common for Sylus to be up at 2 AM, since in his particular line of work, businesses were best done in the dead of night when most people would be asleep. It didn’t help that the N109 Zone was shrouded in eternal darkness at all times, so the entire concept of time felt rather meaningless to most citizens.

What truly was uncommon for Sylus was receiving a call from you at this time in the middle of the night when you should be slumbering away like most normal citizens. He stared at his phone screen where “Kitten” was so affectionately featured prominently onscreen along with his favorite photo of you. He swiped his thumb across the screen to answer the curious call. Nothing, however, could have prepared the leader of Onychinus with your desperate plea: “Crow Man, come pick me up, pleasssseeee!”

Sylus raised a brow as he held his cellphone tighter in his hand. “Crow Man?”

“Is this not Ca-Caw Man?”

“…are you drunk, sweetie?”

“Mr. Big Ca-Cawk, please pick me upppp!”

Sylus set his phone down on his desk and leaned back in his seat, already massaging his temple in slow circles. He had lavished you with such sweet pet names, and in your darling little head, you had just affectionately bestowed upon him the nickname…Big Ca-Cawk.

Sylus inhaled sharply.

He knew he let you get away with a lot of mischievous things, but perhaps this might be the one time he needed to put his foot down. He held his phone next to his ear again, hearing you sniffled:

“Caw-Caw, do you not like me anymore?”

Damn. You were good.

Sylus huffed softly, finding your drunken speech pattern rather endearing now. With a soft smile on his face, he spoke low, “Far from the truth, sweetie. Now, give me your address.”

You relayed to him the address of a late-night restaurant you were at in Linkon City.

“Stay safe,” Sylus responded, “I’ll be there in twenty.”

The call ended and Sylus heaved another heavy sigh before he stood up. He walked pass where Mephisto was roosting on his perch, and Sylus mumbled thoughtfully to the mechanical crow, “Maybe I should just assign you to monitor her 24/7 from now on.”

Mephisto tilted his head to the side, clearly confused by his owner’s odd words. He cooed quietly in response, watching as Sylus left.

With no speed limit in the N109 Zone, Sylus breezed through the city on his motorcycle in a matter of less than fifteen minutes. Through Linkon City, the street was mostly vacant, and he managed to avoid many of the cop hiding spots. It took him roughly another ten minutes to finally pulled up to the restaurant you said you were at.

As he parked his motorcycle, he took his helmet off, eyes instantly narrowing in anger when he noticed you were backed into a wall by a couple of sober sleazebags. Sylus started to walk up to you, his temper flaring when he heard your feeble protests:

“No…I don’t like this. Go away...”

“Aww, come on, sweetcheeks, you look like you could use a rest at a motel with us.”

“Yeah, it’d be in bad conscious of us if we leave a cute girl like you hanging around on the street like this—”

Sylus had heard enough. His hand tightened into a fist, and thick, dark tendrils wrapped around the two men’s necks, easily lifting them up and sending them hurtling down the block. When they gotten up, ready to assault their attacker, they were instantly frozen with fear from just a simple sharp glare from Sylus. He merely snapped his fingers and new tendrils shot straight down the block at the two men, the sight enough to send them running away in terror.

How fortunate for them. Sylus had other important things on his mind this particular night, or otherwise, he would have felt no qualms with ridding the world of two lowlifes.

When Sylus turned to look at you, his gaze softened considerably, a look of exasperation settled on his handsome features. He approached you slowly, his voice soft and gentle, “Sweetheart…”

His eyes widened in shock when you flung yourself against him, arms wrapped around his waist tightly. You sniffled softly, “Sy-Sy…”

Sylus regained his composure and he smiled down at your head, his hand rubbing your back soothingly. “So I am Sy-Sy now?”

He waited for you to calm down, speaking gentle, comforting words to ease your fears. When he noticed you appeared calmer, he led you to where he had parked. After handing you a helmet, he made sure your arms were wrapped tightly around his waist again before he took off, heading to your apartment.

Once he had arrived to your apartment building, he led you upstairs to your floor. He watched in amusement as you attempted to open the door, unable to get your thumb aligned correctly with the biometrics.

“Here,” he murmured, grabbing your wrist and guiding your thumb to match up with the small screen.

There was a click.

The door opened.

You stared in absolute awe. “Sy-Sy is so amazing…”

Sylus chuckled as he led you inside. “Sweetie, how much did you drink tonight?”

You shrugged. “It was Tara’s birthday…and it was our 5000th wanderer kill…and it was also pay day…and—”

Sylus immediately cut you off, laughing. “I get it,” he said, leading you to your bathroom to help you wash up, “You had a lot to celebrate today.”

He watched you smiled happily as you splashed some cooling water on your face. He helped you removed your jewelry before leading you to your bedroom. Sylus crossed his arms over his chest as he eyed you up and down in your black bodycon dress.

“Now, while I do appreciate seeing you in this dress,” he said with a teasing lecherous smirk, “I don’t think it’ll be comfortable to wear to bed, right?”

You giggled. “Nope!”

Sylus’ eyes widened, completely unprepared when you decided to shamelessly take the dress off yourself and flung it at a chair in your room. You smiled sweetly at him as you stood there in just your bra and panties.

Sylus covered his face, groaning softly. “This girl…” He took another look at you happily smiling away at him with not a single sober thought in your head. He turned away, mumbling, “Stay put.”

He sighed and walked into your closet, muttering to himself as he searched for some sleepwear for you, “You suck at drinking, sweetheart, and yet you let yourself get this drunk…”

After spending about five minutes of searching for some decent sleepwear, Sylus came back out to find you on the bed laying on your side, half-asleep. Sylus sat down on the edge of the bed next to you. He gently shook your shoulder. “Come on, sweetie, as cute as you look like that, you need to get dressed.”

You mumbled sleepily, and Sylus took it upon himself to help you get dressed in an oversized shirt and some shorts. This task felt rather foreign to him, since he was honestly more used to doing the complete opposite. As if reading his mind, you fell against him giggling again once you were fully dressed. “Are you going to take my bra off, too, Sy-Sy?”

He groaned again, his brain about to explode. “Sweetie, you are testing me.”

You giggled again and batted your eyelashes at him.

He smirked, slipping his hands under your shirt from behind and expertly unhooked your bra, tossing it to the side with your earlier abandoned dress. “It’s a good thing I am such a gentleman who doesn’t like taking advantage of intoxicated women.”

“Sy-Sy is the sweetest,” you agreed solemnly. You leaned up and clumsily kissed him, catching him off-guard for just a few seconds before he chuckled against the kiss, pecking your lips lightly. He pulled away first, amused when he saw your look of disappointment at how quickly the kiss ended.

Sylus pinched your cheek, eliciting a pained yelp that stirred you fully awake. “Next time, you are not allowed to get yourself drunk without me around,” he scolded you firmly, though his facial expression was more gentle than angry.

“But it was pay day…”

One sharp look from Sylus had you clamming up. When he turned away, you let out a soft whine, “Wait…are you leaving me?”

He turned back just in time to see a pout forming on your face. He sighed for what seemed like the umpteenth time that night, giving you a slow shake of his head. He knew he was coddling you too much tonight, but he couldn’t bear to leave you alone in such a disoriented state. “Of course not, sweetie,” he answered with a smile, “I’m just going to turn off the lights.”

Once the lights were out, Sylus made his way back over to the bed. He chuckled in amusement as you scooted to the center, giving the empty space next to you an enthusiastic pat. Sylus climbed into bed, happy when you cuddled up to him.

“Caw-Caw, I have a question…”

“So it’s Caw-Caw again?” he asked bemused, and then muttered more to himself, “I think I’d rather you call me Sy-Sy instead… What is it, sweetie?”

“Would you still love me if I was a worm?”

“Sweetie, I would feed you to Mephisto,” he answered, not missing a single beat.

“Noooo…” you whined at him with tears brimming in your eyes. You weakly pawed at his arm with little fists, pleading, “Don’t feed me to Mephie…”

“Mephie?” he laughed, astonished that now you had taken the liberty of nicknaming his mechanical crow.

“I won’t taste good,” you insisted with a sweet pout.

“Personally, I think you taste divine,” Sylus teased with the double-entendre, but in your drunken state, you didn’t catch the double meaning. You could only sniffle sadly at him. He rubbed your cheek affectionately with the back of his hand, his crimson eyes seemed so bright in the darkness.

“Sy-Sy…”

“Hmm?” Sylus propped himself up on his elbow, his chin cradled in his hand as he peered down at you snuggled up close to him again.

“Where does the light go when you close the fridge door?”

“Drunk you is just full of silly questions, huh?”

You continued, not caring that he didn’t give you an actual answer to your previous inquiry, “Why do we make round pizza, put it in a square box, just to eat it as a triangle?”

Sylus blinked, sighing, feeling at a complete loss for words. “When you are sober, I’ll make sure to look up the answer for you, sweetie.”

“Sy-Sy?”

“What now?”

“Life is soup.”

Sylus raised his brow in complete confusion, not understanding a single damn word out of your mouth now. He didn’t even know how to respond to the odd comment, so he just continued to stare at you, hoping for a follow-up.

“And I am a fork.”

Sylus pulled you into his arms, laying on his back with you on top of him. “Alright, sweetie, it’s time for bed now.”

You giggled, rubbing your face against his soft shirt, inhaling deeply the faint scent of cologne on him. You sighed happily, smelling the familiar comforting, warm and woodsy fragrance on him. “Would you…” You yawned and rubbed your drowsy eyes, “love me if I shrink down to the size of your thumb?”

“Sweetheart, I’ll just have to keep you safe in my pocket.” Sylus brushed the flyaway hair away from your face, his expression tender as he gazed at your sweet, sleepy face resting on top of his chest. Even though he knew by morning, you wouldn’t remember a single thing from this night, Sylus still couldn’t help but voiced his thoughts and feelings aloud.

“I adore you,” he said, hushed, the weight of his words hung heavy in the stillness of the bedroom, “More than you will ever know.”

You yawned again, burrowing deeper into his embrace. “I love you, too, Mr. Big Ca-Cawk.”

Sylus could do nothing but laughed resignedly, his arms wrapped securely around you, holding you close to his body, the soft warmth of you against him was calming. Sylus felt a strange mixture of both happiness and bemusement by your drunk words, knowing your intoxicated state was also your most honest side, revealing to him the depths of your feelings for him. He kissed the top of your head, letting his eyes closed to rest as well, as he murmured, “Sweet dreams, you silly girl.”