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my ocs put into one chaotic chart-
dont mind the blank spot :)
kay lmao
i have a mouth. i have the ability to scream.
and yet i don't.
god, is it agony.
i'll sit down politely. pretty and polished on this throne of nails, smiling bitterly.
allow me to harbor my pain and yours. promise the secrets of it never leave my mouth, as long as i don't scream.
ever get that feeling somethings wrong with you but you js cant tell what.
it sucks ass
I uh… managed to soft lock myself (Games Ending)
Somehow the Narration for the “rate your experience” part triggered while I was in the room with the leaderboard (like before I’d left) and the door closed behind me upon entering the left door, but the next door was also closed, trapping me. And the pause menu is no longer red fsr. Huh.
eveeyones got it wrong your mid 20s arent for going to the club or partying or picking up new crafts. your 20s are for discovering how much more autistic you are than you thought you were in high school
hi sorry for dying here’s some shitty memes
my phone broke and I cant do anything fancy but ms paint is still functional on my laptop so that’s something (aka I did this on a janky touchpad with my finger plz forgive me)
I fricked up the cropping on the original drawing so I’ll put that below the cut :)
wow he is just vibing in the blank void isn’t he.
also I said this in a different post (but that was a long time ago lol) but this is no longer a danganronpa-centric blog. I’ll still do dr-related requests but the brainrot faded back in like February so I’ll generally post other stuff. Thx for ur support :))
GREAT GOD GROVE OC!!
“Folks, You’re Tuning In To Mirror’s Edge with Harmgret Wells, the Radio Show That Cuts STRAIGHT To The POINT!!!”
She mostly hangs around HobbyHoo, but travels around the Grove interviewing folks and reporting on current events!!
She’s part of the “Women Who Are Intimidating On Purpose” club with Lulu Extrano and Lumber Jacquline :•]
I don’t know how I did it, but I broke my phones sleep data function
10 Questions Meme
I was tagged by unluckyycat. (And I'm terribly flattered. Thank you!)
rule 1: always post the rules rule 2: answer the questions from the person who tagged you rule 3: tag 10 people and link them in your post rule 4: let them know you’ve tagged them
1. What names did you like growing up that you wish you could have changed yours to?
Ahah, well. As a child I didn't covet other people's names so much as furtively dislike my own. Still, when I was very little my mother found me out and decided the best course of action was to rechristen me "Stinky Mud" and only call me that until I admitted that my birth name wasn't so bad after all... Anyway, once I was twelve and could brave the possibility of it happening again (it didn't) I've been going by Jack.
2. What’s your favourite shirt look like?
Mind if I give you the top two? I'm torn between them. (It feels like there's some kind of awful fabric pun in there somewhere, but I'll spare us - this time.)
3. How do you take your hot beverage of choice?
Coffee. That's my choice hot beverage, and I take it with sweetened condensed milk and a touch of vanilla. That, or with two sugar cubes and a splash of cream. 4. Any scars with cool stories you’d care to share?
Oh, there are a few - I'm prone to minor accidents. Lately my favorites are these, though:
That's what happens when you carelessly scrape chopped vegetables from your cutting board into a skillet full of overheated oil. In uprolled sleeves.
5. What’s the best bad decision you’ve ever made?
This one's been boggling my mind since I first read it through, and I think it's because I ultimately can't regard a decision as having been a bad one if it produced a good result. But I've got it now:
One morning on the bus to my high school I was pressed against the window listening to Joy Division on my CD player, when I heard a voice I didn't recognize cutting through the music. Worse, no matter how high I turned the volume, or how hard I crushed the earphones up against my ears, I couldn't come close to drowning her out. Usually, this early, everyone on the bus was half-asleep - but I could hear every word out of this girl's mouth with infuriating clarity. By the time we hit the schoolyard I was livid. So when I noticed my friend Ringo kicking his heels outside around the back of the bus I marched myself right up to the toes of his boots and launched into a tirade, complete with a mocking imitation of what I considered to be one of the more ridiculous parts of her overheard conversation - something to do with her boyfriend incorrectly registering on her caller ID as "Robert Smith", and it being fate because she was such a fan of The Cure. I think I was positively snorting with derision at this point. (As you might have gathered by now, sophomore carletoncolton was a bit of an ass.) And that's when Ringo cut in, "That's my girlfriend".
Haha... honestly, I don't remember how I didn't faint after that what with all the blood draining out of my face. The upshot of it all is, that when Ringo told the girlfriend in question what I'd said she only laughed. We're BFFLs now. 6. Do you remember most of your dreams when you wake up?
For the most part, no, I don't - unless they're either so mundane that I worry for the health of my imagination, or so strange that I'm convinced someone else must've dreamed them.
Example of the former: I have a recurring dream where all that happens is that I wake up in my S.O.'s house, don a pair of my politer, more presentable pajamas, and sit down to a meal at the counter bar or the dining room table. I eat it alone, in silence, with an especially small fork, and then pack my dishes away in the dishwasher when I've finished. That's it, really. I have noticed, though, that if it's after dark in the dream then everyone else is asleep, the cat included, the windows closed and all the blinds shuttered, with only the light over the kitchen sink on. And if it's light out, then all the windows and doors are open, the sun is scorching and almost too bright, and the house is empty. Excepting me and the cat, of course.
Example of the latter: About a week ago I had an unsettlingly detailed dream in which my seventeen-year-old brother, a very technical person with an eye for coding and computer hardware assembly, helped me into a full military-grade black stealth camouflage suit complete with mask and night-vision goggles. Think Splinter Cell, Metal Gear, that sort of thing. He handled all the closures and straps on the back of the suit and I the ones in front. It was dark outside, and we were standing in my old bedroom at my great-grandfather's house as it looked before I moved in - unfurnished, with pastel pink and blue wallpaper. We were crowded near the small open widow; the neighbor's security spotlight, bolted over their garage door, filtered through the chain link fence and gave the whole scene a harsh yellow quality. My brother and I didn't speak, but stared unblinkingly at each other, faces neutral. Our entire family has nearly identical dark brown eyes and I remember being uncomfortably aware of the similarity just then. The whole thing had a hushed, anticipatory quality about it... but the oddest part was that we both knew we were doing this so I could sneak through the window and pick blackberries from the field across the street before the sun came up. In the (real) morning I rolled out of bed bewildered and craving them. 7. What are you hoping happens this week for you?
It'd be everything if I got a response out of any, really any, of the job applications I've sent out recently. Or ever. 8. What’s the biggest, most exciting travel destination of your dreams?
My family has never been more than a lost paycheck or two away from eviction, between evictions, so we haven't ever traveled other than to visit relatives - and that was with help. I've been resigned to things remaining the same way for me all my life for years now. So... I haven't got one. Still, I would like to go back to southern Georgia someday. To visit. I can't say that I enjoyed living there; as a mixed-race asexual atheist it could be distinctly unpleasant, even if only the first and last of those descriptors were obvious to the people around me. The place itself, though... sometimes I have dreams about kneeling outside in the knee-high grass at night, curling my fingers into the red soil, or lying on my roof in the summer until the searing heat of the sun overhead permeates my body to the bone and I see the veins illuminated in my closed eyelids. I'm always cold on some level, in Michigan. 9. How many songs are on your MP3 player of choice? Do you listen to them all?
I could tell you exactly if I hadn't lost it like the bumbler I am, haha. My YouTube favorites playlist, though, has one hundred and sixty-five songs on it, all of which I do listen to. Add my other, artist-specific lists (Lana Del Rey, Blur, Gorillaz, Damon Albarn, Massive Attack, etc.), and that number goes up to three hundred and nine. Less than I'd have thought, actually. 10. Any tattoos? Any plans for more/your first one?
No, and no. Well. There aren't any concrete plans.
Aaaaand done! *pats brow* Whew. Call me a poor sport, but this time 'round I won't be writing any new questions or tagging anyone - the way I write, if I ever wanted to get this thing posted sacrifices had to be made. (;¬_¬) That, and I've already tagged just about everyone I think'd tolerate me asking once before.
Thank you for answering this so thoroughly! Your response was fascinating. Little Simra poring over charcoal glyphs scratched over the hearth is one of my favorite bits of imagery so far. But most of all I relished the chance to learn more about Simra’s mother. As with Soraya, her presence is felt more immediately through her impact on Simra and his father than through the rare glimpses we get of who she was otherwise - for me, the effect is reminiscent of the feeling you get craning your neck to see something through a barred window or the slats of a fence. What details you do manage to pick out are all the more vivid for the strain of searching. For instance, I remember returning again and again in my mind for days after I’d read it to the image of a soft leather jacket left behind with Verru (unfinished?) after her death, that she’d intended as a wedding gift for Soraya.
I have to confess, though, about an hour after I sent my question off I suddenly remembered that I already knew that Simra’s parents were literate - he writes them both at least once, doesn’t he? And the letters for his father are couched in a rather touchingly careful Dunmeris, even. So I felt like a huge dork all morning. (⌒_⌒;) Guess I should have slept on it instead of rolling out of bed in the middle of the night to ask, huh?
If I remember correctly, most Ashlanders are illiterate, forgoing a written tradition in favor of an oral one. Assuming that Simra's parents follow convention in this, then how did Simra come by his letters? And what does Simra's mother in particular, as a former wisewoman-in-training, think of his unorthodox affinity for the written word?
[This is a very good question. Mostly because it does something my favourite questions do. It asks something for which I don’t already have an answer. But it asks something that needed to be asked. It’s something useful to me. So already, thanks for that.Simra’s parents were travellers of Ashlander extraction. They didn’t spend all their time with the Zainab. So yes, while they were raised within and each participated within an oral tradition - particularly on the part of Ishar, his mother - they were literate to one degree or another.It was actually Ishar, rather than Simra’s father, who was the better linguist, reader, and writer. His father never learnt more than a few things outside of Dunmeris. Her background gave her more of a respect for knowledge, however the knowers store it and keep it known, orally or literarily.Bringing up her children in Skyrim, it was she that educated them in mixed Tamrielic and Dunmeris: reading, writing, arithmetic, bits and pieces of history, theology. She would not have her children go without the skills that they’d need to live as something other than Ashlanders.Admittedly, young Simra paid more attention than Soraya. This learning did not come from reading, however, but through listening. Even Simra’s literacy comes from watching his mother scratch letters and words in charcoal above their fireplace. And the oral nature of these lessons is perhaps part of the reason Simra has such a good verbal memory.In short, Simra’s no Zainab. He’s Dunmer, and part of Morrowind’s diaspora. He’s of Zainab blood, raised by parents who were raised Zainab. He himself admits that he’s a Dunmer of Skyrim, however — inheritor of some Ashlander traditions, but barred off from others, and proud of both.So he’s an unorthodox Dunmer in one sense. But he was raised by an unorthodox womer, after all — why d’you think she didn’t ever become a full-fledged wisewoman? For the most part it was Ishar who refused to acclimatise to this new place and new culture, his heart living with his wife and children, but belonging back in the Grazelands.]
*including weird little girls who grew up and realized they were not girls and weird little girls who didnt know they were girls yet. also this does not imply that you grew out of said interest. i didnt grow out of mine. also if you had multiple pick the most intense / primary one <3
wait you’re supposed to…
artist who hasn't drawn up in like a week nor has warmed up as they draw: why am i like actual literal shit at this
I should be in online class. Whoops 😅😉💅 . . . . . #rebel #whoops #school #onlineclass #onlineschool #drawing #schooldrawing #heels #draw #😅 #💅💎👑 #👠 (v místě Home School) https://www.instagram.com/p/CKQ9Ujjlb-t/?igshid=1ckojs6y1dm9
well that didnt last. Tried to make camp at the stilt and instead whacked the priest sharing its square. reloaded and now Sheba is stuck as a Jell. just something about multiple objects/creatures in the same space that i just cant get my head around in this game. I hit ctrl+direction instead of ctrl+space THEN the direction. fuck me i guess!
yoooo! I rolled Dromad Trader for Sheba! this run is gonna be sick. also, Trash Diviner is my new favourite skill. Never knew i wanted to RP a wise old trash-wizard til i had it.
PEONY EYES ARE GORGGG
I LOVE HOW EXPRESSIVE SHE IS
Ur artsyle>>>>
Lmao what is this
Peony expressions page 🎭
Ft reference drawing of her eyes 👁👁
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Regulus Black Headcanons?? Or Remus Lupin headcanons:)
First off, I’d love to thank you for taking the time to send me an ask! Now, how about both?
Let’s start with Regulus, because I have less to say about him.
He’s trans. I did a longer post related to this, but it just makes sense to me.
He’s aro/ace. No more comments on this. Maybe he’s not completely aro/ace but he’s on the spectrum.
Speaking of spectrums, he’s autistic.
He excels in potions and charms, but falls short in DADA (ironically) and transfiguration (double ironic, considering his brother).
Looked up to Sirius more than anyone else.
Hated James more than anything for “stealing” his brother.
Hated Remus for getting more attention from Sirius.
Believed his parents over everything once they started getting mean with Sirius.
Really small— like, 5’2 - 5’3 and all of 100 pounds.
Did genuinely support Voldemort until just before his death.
Died hoping that Sirius would find his note and realize that he ended up like him. He wanted to make his brother proud.
He was not a good or bad person. He was deeply flawed and could be awful, but he was also a victim of his parents manipulation.
Was not abused to the extent that Sirius was, but he was mistreated and neglected.
He didn’t have any real friends and didn’t like people much, if at all.
He would’ve been either a potion maker or a part of the wizegamot if he lived.
Alrighty, that was more than I expected. On to Remus!
He is also trans.
He is biromantic and homosexual (experiences romantic attraction to people of multiple genders, but only sexual attraction to men).
He and Lyall had a very strained relationship when we was young, because Lyall blamed himself for Remus being bitten.
Has PTSD, paranoia, and very bad anxiety.
A very heavy sleeper most of the time. He also requires a lot of sleep to function and loves sleeping.
Takes a lot of naps.
Has chronic back and leg pain that worsens around the moon and his period.
Has sharper canine teeth and pointy ears, like a wolf.
Very very very socially awkward and doesn’t understand people.
Also autistic.
Excels in care of magical creatures and charms. Struggles with arithmancy and transfiguration.
Always cold.
Steals Sirius’ (or whoever you headcannon him being with) jumpers, mostly so he can do sweaterpaws and because he loves drowning in him clothes.
He’s always scared of physical contact because he’s worried he’ll hurt people.
He’s a cuddler. He acts like he isn’t (see previous headcannon), but he loves being held and loved.
He prefers being the little spoon, but he’ll be the big spoon if his partner wants.
He’s pretty average height— about 5’10– but very skinny and light, about 115 pounds.
Surprisingly sensitive. He acts very aloof and calm, but he takes things very hard internally.
Not an angry person. Most of his “negative” emotions just translate to sadness and self blame.
Quite insecure, but not debilitatingly so. He just perpetually underestimates himself and doesn’t like himself all that much.
Was a virgin until Sirius (or whoever you headcannon him with).
Is pretty afraid of people. He worries that they’ll figure out his secrets.
Very kind and patient, but can be short-tempered around the full moon.
Not a natural straight-O student. He studies very hard to get good grades. He needs to make sure he uses the opportunity for schooling he was given!
Is very evasive and self-blaming whenever he gets angry, mostly out of guilt.
Crooked teeth.
Super close with Hope. She was his only friend until Hogwarts.
If he wasn’t an only child, he’d be the youngest sibling, just on account of vibes.
He really likes being independent and truly hates having to fully depend on anyone, especially when he has to.
Has freckles on his face and shoulders and knees (which are very knobbly btw).
I hope that these live up to your expectations and that you enjoyed them! I’m not a very big Regulus fan if that wasn’t obvious, but I do find him very very very fascinating. Thanks again for the ask!
guys i’m getting sent to the psych ward and all i can think about is how spiral coded i am
I try to keep my blog mostly my own art but it’s slowly becoming a Pinterest board
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i was fooling around with the results of a "3D Face Reconstruction from a Single Image“ of me in blender, experimenting with mirroring to fix the texture on the messed up side, when this horror appeared
Today I joined the ranks of that illustrious class of people who've performed a smartphone baptism by toilet.
Ventus is a Good Kid™
dear pokemon go players
come to pluto
we have rare ice types and carbon monoxide but also ice
tmmys visit to pandora gets me so horrifically bad as someone who was an unstable child forced to hold responsibility over my younger brother, i cannot even begin to try to figure out how to visualize the fucking terror in a way that makes sense.
(Gets kinda heavy so read with caution)
Whenever i get reminded of that scene all i can think about is being like 11 and crying so hard i threw up when he was being a menace and i couldn't stop thinking about how much i wanted to hurt him.
He would regularly mess with me to the point it triggered a panic attack. My fight or flight would go off so hard that i couldn't speak or recognize anything happening around me, it would often also make me really aggressive and ig he found that entertaining.
Guess it really messed with me cuz i still can't get angry without shutting down from fear/adrenaline, best way i can describe the feeling is to imagine being a wild rabbit that's been picked up and knowing you will die if you can't claw yourself out of the hands.
Okay I lied I'm good at procrastination and bad at progress...
I got some new records yesterday and I actually have my journal out so… Who knows, maybe I’ll have something up this weekend!
(special visit from my dad’s Lego replica of Voltron and Darth Goofy)