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luminlunii · 2 months
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Take this illustration thing I did in under a few hours because even god quivers before me as I work at the speed of light due to hyperfixation.
I did this while I was sick btw
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glorioustragedykid · 7 months
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Old Gacha Fanart
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ek300-theprototype · 8 months
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G̸l̵i̵t̵c̸h̵e̴s̵ ̵a̵r̴e̴ ̶i̶m̸p̴r̸o̵v̶i̶n̸g̸ ̴
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lazyboy-baby · 2 months
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Hi everyone, sorry for not posting anything yesterday for Valentine's Day, I had a little accident yesterday and I can't draw for a while
Anyway, happy (late) Valentine's Day
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jesterousc · 2 months
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Might start doing Smallishbeans Hermitcraft fanart again who knows
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witchyroman · 10 months
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*sleeping in a box*
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Here's a poem about a long distance relationship breaking down. It hurt a lot but, like, I got poetry out of it?
Phantasm on a Handheld Screen:
Ferrofluid,
coolant,
gasoline:
That which keeps me cold,
inhuman,
unfeeling;
the blood I dread to bleed.
Steeling myself against
the urge to steal glances,
to mask my fear
of taking chances;
to feel something,
anything,
to bask again in your silver sheen.
Phantasm on a handheld screen,
back-lit by fantasy,
battery powered dreams.
Everyone wants to know
at which places
you next might glow,
but I haven't any reason to go;
it's hard for you to make time
to see a mere machine.
Somewhere down the line,
there ceased to be
a space in your light
solely for
me.
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anfeycare · 25 days
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"listening to class"
"dear diary...
i cried while listening to class-"
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returnedfromthepurge · 4 months
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I still remember.
I remember when I couldn't even stand people talking about the problems they had with their children on a radio show because I was so overloaded with stress about the 20+ children at the daycare I was parenting*. (* What daycare is these days.) I would legitimately get so angry and turn it off for the rest of the ride because I didn't want to hear anything anymore. And I had an hour drive to get home.
I would lay down for sleep and try to do my nightly routines and my mind would play back any sound I'd heard that day, their screaming, the tiny voices shouting my name and their whining. I'd try to do things for stress relief, and needed headphones to separate my mind, to avoid replaying the songs in my head that had to be played all day, because stereo player silence was not looked positively on by management or auditors.
I remember being so sick of the mascots and insisting to the children that they were real, and these characters were the reason for art and music and why we study them. I felt like I was experiencing Corporate Hell and brainwashing three year olds to talk to a plastic sticker on the wall of a mascot when I didn't have time to interact with them. We were encouraged to use that tactic often, when a child would come to us to interrupt, not knowing better of patience.
The main mascot was used as a moral guidepost, however vague.
Everything below the cut is what the tags are about.
I had a parent who told me he was surprised his five year old son was still dressed when he came to pick him up- because at his old daycare, they left him undress whenever.
I never had stress like the day I reported to CPS about a child who'd did and said things that no one his age group should even know about. That child knew evil and it was present in his eyes. I have never wanted violence so desperately, to kill what he had been made into before he got to hurt more people. I wanted to kill a five year old boy and the human creature that turned him into this .His family could die too, the entire bloodline as far as I was concerned. I wanted the satisfaction that I could not have years ago, to kill the one that had possessed someone I'd loved and adored years ago, that was now infested in this child that I could see perfect dullness in his dead eyes. They had no life in them, and I wanted to be the one to be the one who stopped the flow of blood to his diseased mind. I saved many young minds from trauma by resisting that urge in front of them. He was transferred by his parents to a different school.
The day I vented about it to my friend, I was so distracted talking to the phone in the passenger seat, I rear ended someone, and wrecked my vehicle so badly it was undrivable. Everyone was uninjured. It was ruled an accident due to the slick roads. I still think that pickup driver was texting at a green light.
Weeks before I decided I would quit, I sat out beside a large bush next to a fast food place, and tears escaped before I knew why they were coming. I laid in the dirt until it was time to go clock in. A week before, I had had a panic attack terrible enough to take myself to the hospital, afraid what I would do if given the chance to run into traffic .
I bought myself a new shirt on the first day after the hospital, because I was told to be around people, for my own safety. For the days I took to recover, I bought myself a print of that one Louis Wainwright painting , " I am happy because everyone loves me." and framed it a month later.
I don't know that I'm strong enough anymore to handle having children of my own. I think I might be the best example of a person who should not have any. I think I'll be surgically sterilized as soon as possible.
I'm better now. I very truly love the job I'm at. But I know my limits more intimately than I ever thought I could. And I'm never putting myself in a situation again where I'm doing the emotional labor for parents and employers who throw money and gifts at me.
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vonlipwig · 1 year
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I will not become a doctor who blog again I will not become a doctor who blog again I will not become a doctor who blog again I will not become a doctor who blog again I will not become a doctor who blog again I will not
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kagedbird · 5 months
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TESSDE AU (+ Lucia :]) (Kaidan part 3)
Allora: *walking hand in hand with Kaidan, in a far better mood now, smiling softly*
Farkas: *having been walking by, feels awful for how they reacted, approaches them carefully* Uh... hey.
Allora: *stiffens, good mood gone, clinging to Kaidan's hand tightly* ...hello.
Kaidan: *resisting the urge to pull her away, annoyed his hard work just went down the drain* Farkas.
Farkas: Listen, I just... we... *sighs, rubbing the back of his head tiredly* ...I'm sorry. It wasn't your fault, I... just wish we'd been there for him. It felt like it was all planned, but... we found out Skjor went and tried to take down a place of theirs on his own and died for it. They retaliated... just at the worst possible time. But that's not on you.
Allora: *tense as all get out, listening but not looking at him* ... ...thank you.
Farkas: And- don't... don't listen t'Vilkas. They call me an ice brain, but that's only cause of how hot headed he is. *chuckles, giving her a weak smile*
Allora: *shakily gives him a smile in return, nodding* You've got that right... *drops the smile, looking at the ground* ...Look. I did mean what I said. Do what you want, however you want. I'm not helping out anymore. That-... that put my family at risk, Farkas. I nearly lost my baby, and Taliesin. I'm so utterly grateful for Kodlak protecting them, but I need to think about them first. I need to think of her. Her safety is what matters most to me.
Farkas: *shoulders slump but nods* ...Yeah. I figured. I'm sorry. For what it's worth. Just, uh...
Allora: ...?
Farkas: *pulls out a journal, handing it to her* We did end up finding all the pieces to Wuuthrad. Yesterday. Eorlund reforged it. Kodlak... old man had this in his room with the last piece. Thought you'd wanna read it. He talks about you.
Allora: *gently takes it, bowing her head reverently* ...thanks.
Farkas: ...We could really use you. Vilkas found a way to cure him. Those Hag heads- they're meant to be thrown into the fires of Ysgramor's tomb. Vilkas wants t'head out and take care of it, but... I think the old man wanted you to. *steps back shaking his head* We don't have the right to ask you, though. Just let us know. We'll be heading there in a week.
Allora: *watches him go, looking at the journal before looking up at Kaidan*
Kaidan: *sighs, wrapping his arm around her shoulders* C'mon. Lucia will get worried if we don't get back soon. *gently guides her along, stroking her arm comfortingly*
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p-rainybee · 2 years
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I. Will. Try. Harder.
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villainii · 2 months
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Was today for the first time in my life in a hospital. Can't recommend, but the pain killers were exquisite 👌
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ameliadraws135 · 7 months
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Soo a week ago I needed to go to the hospital for Bronquitis, and me and my mother saw this fusion of two different trees! Mother nature works in chaotic ways
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ninjamonkeystudios · 3 months
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Secondary Infection: A Poem
Bacteria squat Where virus tread Infected lungs Near knocked me dead
A poem in my memories from when I went from a sinus infection to bronchitis.
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e-electra · 7 months
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★ WELCOME!
so, hi. a rebrand was cardinal.
many reasons, won't get into all, but i wanted to distance myself from my online presence a little bit. you-centric blogs are fun until they aren't, and i learned the hard way.
so this is me! here, i'll be focusing more on my art and the things i create, and i'll try to put less pressure on myself and make sure it's a safe and enjoyable space for me. i'll also be less forward about myself from now on due to safety concerns and personal preference, but please feel free to interact with me still!
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