#your problem is my blessing

[thornilee013]

And Silly little Jean, because I can't get enough of him (I might have a problem lmao)

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The ache in his hands grounded him even as the world around him went off kilter. He almost folded himself into a ball on the floor, but the remaining logical part of him remembered that Jeremy could walk into the room at any given moment, and the last thing he needed or wanted was for Jeremy to see him in that state. So instead, Jean sat down on his bed and tried to channel his attention into breathing exercises Betsy had given him.

MASTERPOST

[hualianschild]

love how instead of accepting he liked kissing hua cheng he blames his teacher for not teaching him how to not be tempted by men 💀

[raetttriestowrite]

Me, an author, side eyeing my WIP: you're not going to do anything weird, are you? We've discussed this. There's a plan. We're going to stick to the plan, aren't we?

The WIP: *presents subplot, presents additional conflicts, presents character development, laughs in my fucking face*

[heynhay]

you know i got halfway through this before realizing i probably subconsciously ripped the concept from an old tumblr post sorry

[sneez]

more of my oc tervis (any pronouns), the creepiest most miserable little weirdo in town. which is saying something [id under cut]

/ ID: four digital drawings.

The first image is a series of drawings of Tervis on a paper-textured background. A heading at the top reads 'Tervis (Humble)'. One is a coloured headshot of Tervis looking to the left; they have a gaunt face, short receding hair, a scar bisecting their lip and right eyebrow, greyish skin, and are wearing a red shawl around their neck. An arrow pointing at their right eye reads 'one blue eye (mostly blind)'; another arrow pointing at their left eye reads 'one brown eye'. They have a serious, hostile expression. The second drawing is an uncoloured full-body sketch of Tervis. Next to this is the same drawing but coloured and with more polished lineart. Tervis is a thin, hunched figure wearing a long, dark brown robe, a greyish bag on their back, and a red shawl around their head and neck. They are barefoot, and are leaning on a walking staff with both hands. An arrow pointing to the walking staff reads 'needed for walking, useful for hitting'. Tied to the belt around their waist are several long scrolls of paper with writing on them. An arrow pointing to the scrolls reads ''blessings' they paste on infected houses'. Tervis is looking warily out at the viewer from beneath their eyebrows. An arrow pointing to their head reads 'scar from getting hit in the face with a brick (also knocked out a tooth)'. Alongside these drawings are a series of bullet points giving information about Tervis. These read:

   indeterminate age, indeterminate gender

   religious fanatic (unclear which religion)

   lives alone somewhere in the steppe

   dislikes everyone but is nicer to children than anyone else

   has every disease

The second image is a fake screenshot from the video game Pathologic. Tervis is looking out at the viewer; the background shows scenery from the steppe. The text on screen reads:

CHANGELING: I still don’t see what you could have done that would make you personally responsible for this plague. TERVIS: Responsible… no, not merely responsible! This is my plague, cast upon my head alone. I am the originator; my sin is at the root of all. I have ventured into the town. I have seen the canker there. No matter how many houses I bless, my sickness sinks deeper. The rotted limb is the death of the body… Surely you understand me. You are a healer, are you not? CHANGELING: What is it that you are asking me to do? TERVIS: Let me be the lamb, worker of miracles! My blood shall wet the earth, and bright flowers shall grow… My putrefaction will provide the soil within which new life will burgeon, pure and free of sin and decay. Let it be done. I am ready. My failing flesh is but little sacrifice; in death my weakness will be my strength. Soon these torments will be at an end.

Below are two dialogue options:

You’re insane!

What makes you so sure your death would solve anything?

The third image is a fake screenshot from the video game Pathologic 2. Tervis is looking out at the viewer, and has been painted in semi-realistic style. The text on screen reads:

Tervis: Why do you force me to live? Damn you! Your cure is poison to me. Now I shall never be blessed. You should have left me to bleed.

Below are three dialogue options:

Don’t be absurd. I wasn’t going to watch you die.

What makes you think you deserve suffering?

I wish I had.

At the bottom of the image is a line of dialogue which Tervis has just spoken:

The air is foul. There is rot in this place. The stench of corruption shall be – what was it? What was it? The stench of corruption shall be… swept aside…

The fourth image is a coloured scene depicting Tervis and Clara. They are central in the composition; around them is the steppe, which has been rendered in a loose, painterly style. Tervis is kneeling, their walking staff cast aside, and are reaching out their hands to Clara in a desperate, pleading gesture. They are crying, their face contorted in an expression of agonised ecstasy. Clara stands beside them, one hand reaching out, the other held above Tervis’s head as though about to touch their brow. She has a solemn, pained expression. Behind her head, a break in the dark clouds gives the impression that she is haloed by sunlight; rays of the same light fall onto Tervis, illuminating their face and red robe. End ID. /

[adhdandcomics]

adding to my tags because i’ve been thinkin a lot about the post i just reblogged and have more thoughts:

i’ll be real, the more i saw ‘hey adhd influencers are so annoying’ the more i worried that i was unconsciously contributing to the spreading reputation of adhd folks as annoying and over-pathologizing every symptom they experience

and then i realized. i am not a goddam influencer or life coach or representative. obviously i have some obligation as someone who cares about myself and the people that like my comics to not spread harmful ideology or blatant misinformation but i never intended myself to be a “’increase your productivity!!’ blog OR a ‘if you have XYZ you have adhd!’ blog. and i do this for fun, and originally started this blog bc i had a lot of internalized shame and self loathing about my adhd and thought if i could make it funny i might have less of that. let’s get real! and it worked!

i’ve obviously done this kind of thing— (hey these symptoms might be adhd!) a lot before in my life & on this blog, but there’s more to it than trying to be an “influencer” or whatever. a term that didn’t even exist when i started this blog!

i felt very isolated trying to find out if i had any mental problems & what have you originally because of large advice (etc) blogs with staunchly anti self Dx views at the time

so i overcorrected when i DID get dxed and tried to validate everyone who was like me. and of course. not the best course of action always for the ol mental health. tried to be the source of positivity and jokes that i didn’t see because the online adhd presence was near non-existent.

and anyway. i make a lot of fun of myself & the way m brain works in my comics obviously but it is not my obligation to... how do you say.... not be annoying online.

because if folks interpret MY little jokes as a strict guide to diagnosis. that’s on them, really, not me. i also believe “making adhd your entire personality” is a non-issue. so what if people find out they have it and get over excited with identifying as adhd. saying this as someone who DID do it. criticism of this gives the same vibes as people being annoyed that young queers make “being queer” their whole personality. im very obviously more than a guy with adhd, and id reckon other adhd comic artists are too. (im friends with a lot of them!) it’s fine to post about it online.

anyway. i just don’t take myself too seriously and i’m a comic artist for myself first! and you know what, i’ve been considered annoying my entire life. what do i care if a few more folks think i’m annoying. neurotypical or not

[daisywords]

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[ohworm-writes]

Hello hello worm its me Winter back again with fireman!schlatt ideas

Fireman!Schlatt who is a seasoned firefighter now, been on the job for a good few years and has made a name for himself. Now, pair him with a firefighter!reader who is a newbie and has been placed under schlatts wing.

Maybe Schlatt isnt too fond of having the reader under his wing, maybe he doesnt think that the readers got what it takes to be a firefighter. But... maybe something happens that changes his mind...?

*i run away frolicking and giggling

Fireman!Schlatt whose, at this point, remained a firefighter for the past five or six years, the job everchanging but still familiar enough to him that he thinks he could do the job blindfolded.

Fireman!Schlatt, who is one of the few members left from when he originally joined Ladder 131, two or three others remaining behind with him and not running off to explore life or another department.

Fireman!Schlatt, who refuses to go up higher in his job, deciding firmly to remain a firefighter as long as time will allow.

Fireman!Schlatt, who is tasked on occasions, which are far and few between, to allow individuals new to the job to shadow under him.

Fireman!Schlatt, who fucking hates having these kids follow behind him like lost puppies and kittens (no offense to Jambo, of course), which leads the Fire Chief to entrust the job with somebody else.

Fireman!Schlatt, who purposefully tries to exude an intimidating and scary aura to make the new recruits scatter, which always works without any hiccups.

Fireman!Schlatt, whose called to the Chief's office one day, door barely cracked open as light chatter fills the room inside, and while Fireman!Schlatt can, of course, identify the Chief's rough and commanding tone, the other is... new.

Oh.

Oh fuck no.

Fireman!Schlatt, who enters the room not a second later, lips pressed into a tight and forced smile as he nods towards the Chief, confirming that he wanted to see him and discuss the item at hand.

And the Chief only gestures to you, saying nothing else for the moment as you beam the toothy grin, one that parents would have loved to see their children show off in family photos as opposed to the one Schlatt has painted across his lips.

The Chief makes a noise, Fireman!Schlatt immediately noting to turn towards him (you do as well, but he could honestly give less of a shit about you or your existence).

"Schlatt. You will be responsible for watching out for our newest recruit. I suspect ther' won't be any issues, correct?" "Yes sir, no issues."

He'd wave for you two to leave the office, and even though you were the furthest from the door to start with, you're the one opening it up for him to walk through. He does, begrudgingly, as you gently shut the door before it clicks.

You'd have this smile, though more relaxed at this point, as you stick your hand out between the two of you, stating your full name and number, which vividly reads '22'.

Fireman!Schlatt, who stares at your palm in disinterest and states his own name and badge number in a monotone voice, scowl edging up onto his face as his nose and eyebrows scrunch. Rolling his eyes, he'd lead you about the station, purposefully walking too fast and talking too quickly just to piss you off.

But you don't... get pissed off, that is. You merely stare in awe, smiling and mentally noting down what everything was, where it was, the importance of it and otherwise. You'd catch up with him no problem and comprehend him with ease, filling in any blanks if needed (though, generally, it wasn't).

Fireman!Schlatt, who listens to you drone on at lunch about your time at the Fire Academy, your experiences, struggles and anything else that had to do with the job that you had learned. You're passionate, he'd give you that, but so typical and naïve.

Fireman!Schlatt, who wonders if he was ever this fucking annoying, sneering at you continuously as he analyses you- you're dead weight. You'll put all this effort in your work and you'll still always be behind, he can tell. The overenthusiasm, the selflessness, all of it.

Fireman!Schlatt who finishes leading you around and stays completely silent as you attempt to initiate small talk on multiple occasions with him, trying desperately to get away from you, but you just continue to follow him around as you ramble.

Fireman!Schlatt who notices you fall just as silent as him from behind his back, sighing in relief, glad that you finally took the hint to shut up... but it's suspiciously quiet, and he can't help but subtly look over his shoulder to see what you might be up to.

Fireman!Schlatt who swears to every god that if you're upset or crying right now, he's going to lose his shit- ...

Fireman!Schlatt who sees you crouched next to the ground a few feet away from him, a big, wide grin painted across your lips, practically with stars in your eyes as you pet Jambo, the orange tabby greedily taking in all the love you have to offer.

Fireman!Schlatt who listens to you coo and compliment the cat, softly calling him a "pretty kitty" and "a ball of sunshine" and a "precious, handsome boy", rubbing his little tummy as Jambo rolls on his back across the floor, purring loudly.

Fireman!Schlatt who wants to snap at you to get the fuck away from his cat, but... can't, because as he watches you and the cat interact, Jambo quickly forcing you to sit down so he can crawl into your lap and rub his face against your clothes, rubbing his scent all over you, Fireman!Schlatt softens, just barely at the sight before him.

Fireman!Schlatt who squats down next to you as Jambo forces you to lay on your back against the floor so that he can lay right up on your chest and rub his face against yours as he settles in for a nap, and gives the cat ear scritches, not saying a word to you.

Fireman!Schlatt who decides to himself that maybe, just maybe... you aren't that annoying, and that he could maybe get used to being around you because his cat (the traitor) appears to be enjoying your touch and affection more than his.

[spearxwind]

Some random adris and eels and a midas from my planner. Basically the only class doodles I can get away with during lectures x)

[aluria-sevhex]

why the fuck are we having a-spec discourse in 2023

[scalproie]

death to The Customer and all that like hell yeah rock on brother but I feel we are sleeping on another predator of the working space : The Coworker

[puppyeared]

footnotes arent enough I need you to talk to me like im fucking Amelia Bedelia

[wackpedion]

whats the grossest msi song you can think of

OHH this is an interesting one fuk. im going to have to go with the infamous Panty Shot I actually like the song aloooot despite the themes

[ave-immaculata]

really didn't think I'd have to see a Catholic saying that a group singing "bless the Lord, o my soul" is inappropriate and barely considered praise, if at all, today but here we are

[scarf-it-box]

Not op of that post, but tell me what you want to cook Scar, I will help best I can through the screen

Okay. I've got a kitchen. I've got ingredients. (We're missing rice) There is a pan and a stove.

What tf do I do.

[i23kazu]

idk ab yall, but i fully believe that everything happens for a reason :-) life is interesting indeed