Meet my Scythe OC: Scythe Bly!
She loves music, art, and sweets! She is very Old Guard, and her method of gleaning is blade and poison. She is friendly, energetic, and purely made of sugar!
A few weeks ago, my friend recommended to me a book called Scythe. I read it, and I found myself physically incapable of putting it down. I have finished Scythe, and I’m almost done with Thunderhead.
Alright people and extra terrestrials (because why not?), I need some help.
So my best friend and I moved out of our parents place into an apartment in a completely different state 10 hours away from home in August 2023 right after high school. She has this boyfriend that she’s super in love with right? And I’m totally okay with that. He makes her happy and that’s all I want for her.
So do it make me sound like a bitch that I don’t like it when he’s visiting? He got in late on Valentine’s Day (last night) and he’s staying through to the 18th. I know that’s not a lot of time. What’s four days, right?
The only issue I have with it is feeling like a complete stranger in an apartment that I help pay rent for. Like I’m intruding on them even when I know going to sit on the recliner to watch TV won’t hurt anything.
I know this is totally stupid and I just went on a rant about it for no reason and I’m not expecting anyone to actually read all of this or answer.
I love you and I hope you’re doing okay. My messages are always open if you wanna talk 🫶🫶🫶
this is moon and Lolbit (they’re coworkers at a coffee shop)
Mistakes: wine glasses for coffee, Moon’s whole hair, colouring, Lolbit’s whole hair, the coffee shop being empty, the fact the speech said cafe, Lolbit not even staring at Moon, this whole drawing.
Here's some art I did for a friend for Christmas. I can't post it anywhere else because she follows me on all other social media 😅 Had to blot out the signature because it's actually legible, which everyone tells me is weird but signing my full name is fun!
I find it funny that I’m more comfortable yelling into the void of tumblr than I am telling my friends. I don’t think it’s lack of trust or anything, but it’s still a little strange.
I like to build my reputation of being the "guy who doodles" at every job I have. Here's some of my barista drawings I've made in moments of exhaustion and/or existential dread.
"I'm fine," I tell myself as I sit alone at a lunch counter, putting in my seashell radios to drown out the world around me and disassociate for the hour of human "freedom" I have.
When my time is up I'll return dejected to my wage slavery and down another energy drink to simulate the feeling of being alive.