#im so fucking tired this month
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Fuck my stupid baka life real life college responsibilities is making it so I can’t fucking watch Digimon Adventure like I want to
#dinu yells into the void#dinu yells in the void#me crying anf sobbing and banging thr ground#PLEASEEEEE WORLD LET ME WATCH DIGIMONN N NNNNNNN#im so fucking tired this month#we had to do an exhibition for this month at a well known museum.#we had an essay to do as well i spent all day working on it gonna submit it tomrorow me thinks#and then this week i gotta go to a bunch of fucking places and then my stupid ass college on Thursday to like talk about second year#bc i wasnt able to change colleges like i planned#kicking the fucking rocks dude i just wanna DIGIMONNNNN
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Day 1: Soulmates
#sasunaru#narusasu#naruto#sasuke#my art#round fox baby#naruto’s boyfriend#the????#i havent drawn in more than a month#THE???#and THEN MY BRAINS LIKE#YEA BITCH COLOR THAT WHOLE THANG#like it might not be much BUT IT TOOK ME#HOURS!!!!#BECAUSE I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I WAS FOING HHHHSHDJDJD#like how do ppl draw again??? HAHAHA FUCK#im like deadass wtf is this#im so tired#i aint coloring for a whole week aagin#i cant do this hhdjfhdjd
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You're all magic anime girls in my eyes dw mikey uvu <3
(Yo-Ho-Ho) A Ninjas Life For Me
First: / Previous: / Next:
#Posting this now hopefully while none's around#shitty art/ boring update cause I wanted to get this one out of the way :/#the story will actually pick up soon guys i swear#i have big plans uvu#but ayo?#no month gap this time?#crazy right?#Usagi- “Gotta be srs for a min”#also usagi- “OH MY GOD A REAL FUCKING TREASURE MAP??? <333”#im so tired TwT#ANYWAY! GOODNIGHT <3#anlfm#a ninjas life for me#rottmnt#rottmnt au#rottmnt comic#rottmnt leo#rottmnt donnie#rottmnt mikey#rottmnt raph#rottmnt april#rottmnt draxum#baron draxum#rottmnt usagi#leosagi#usagi yuichi#leoichi#tribbleart
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Trying to listen to podcast to calm down to sleep -> loud as fuck ad. Trying to check something quick from a youtube tutorial -> first gotta watch 2x 30 second unskippable ads. Trying to go to a website -> 2 popups and an ad video automatically start to play. Trying to listen to the radio while driving -> 7 minutes of uninterrupted ad time. Every single free app with those shitty game ads with the stupid annoying ass king. I’m tired !!! I never wanna buy anything ever again !!!!!!!
#watched youtube and skipped the ’’this video is sponsores by’’ only to get hit with 2 30sec unskippable ads and I just deleted the youtube#app from my phone with pure rage I’m fucking tired of ads everywhere all the good goddamn time#nYx PLuMpIng GLoss pLumP yOurSeLf Up BabY go fucking die#(also im tired so im unreasonably mad at every minor thing rn but like this has been the sentiment for months)#(should’ve gone for that walk I was thinking abt would’ve been much calmer)#(bc now rage deleted all the ''fun''' apps from my phone it's now just the essentials in there (tho did keep podcasts & Spotify bc those I#refuse to give up) like idk this better stick I want phone screen time of 1-2h per day)#april 2024#2024
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Joker Out x Damon Baker part 5
Jureeee Maček
#it only took two months#joker out#jure maček#damon baker#im so tired I can't fucking write anymore#art#journaling#mine
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found an old thing
#moondrop#its 11 months old according to my malmal activity#im back to drawing them again it seems TT#they're the kind of characters u can't help but go back to whenever you're tired#or in this case; when you don't have any ideas to draw lol#drawing a character so much that its become a habit even when ure interested in smth else rn#anyway yes im drawing sun and i hate that my improvement really shows whenever i draw them >:(#sorry for the ramble but also not sorry for the ramble (i am the ruler of these tags)#might try writing a fic abt them once i get a hang of writing characters#with my whole heart; i wish for them to fucking Cry#they deserve to be able to weep the tears they haven't wept
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Genuinely hope q slime gets pissy and angry at the others LMAO
Like the hypocrisy is insane. Hes been mocked for MONTHS even when he wanted to help the others with stuff, but the second he asks “how do you know theyll come back” HE DOESNT GET TO ASK BC JUANAFLIPPA IS BACK? AS IF IT ISNT APPARENT SHE IS FUNDAMENTALLY DIFFERENT AND Q SLIME HAS STARTED TO PHYSICALLY DETEORATE????
What did he do to deserve this like genuinely?
I hope this man snaps and calls the others out bc wtf is this 😭
#qsmp#quackity smp#q slimecicle#q slime#q charlie#qsmp slimecicle#slimecicle#charlie slimecicle#LIKE BROOOOOI#im so tired of it tho#like wdym q slime has to accept mockery for months and cant ask a simple question#like he wasnt even being accusatory is the thing#but hes the bad guy#yet the others could just mock him for the death of his daughter and nephew for months#fuck offfff man#THIS IS ALL /RP BTW#GENUINELY I LIKE ALL THE PPL ON THE QSMP#I JUST MAINLY WATCH CHARLIES POV SO IM HEAVILY BIASED
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cw // tattoos, piercings
why are they so loud about liking blondes .... i haven't slept in months pLEASE (<- not a blonde enjoyer)
even the version thats not in DOL universe likes blondes too 😭😭😭
slight cameo of whitney the faithful that belongs to moosen/jdolh !! (no tag cause its just smol cameo 😭)
#WHY ARE YOU THREE MAKING THINGS SO DIFFICULT#STRANGLES ALL THREE ERI#PLEASE LET ME SLEEP#LET ME REST#I HAVEN'T SLEPT IN MONTHS !!!! STOP BEING SO DAMN LOUD IN MY HEAD#<- actually sounds like a crazy person#like these three would start crawling all over the walls in my head#whenever i read some random media#and it has a blond haired man/woman#ESPECIALLY LOUD if the blond haired man/woman have red eyes#im tired of this !!!#LET ME FUCKING SLEEP DAMMIT#STOP KEEPING MY UP WITH IDEAS I CANT KEEP UP!!!!!!!!#oh and also its such a surprise i draw whitney so much because if i met whitney irl#he's getting pepper sprayed idc#but these three like him#so i cant complain ERBFHJERBHFBERF#dol#dol related#degrees of lewdity#dol pc#eri the orphan#eri (oc)#ERI I DID NOT MAKE YOU A BLOND LOVER#WHAT HAPPENED THAT MADE YOU A BLOND LOVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#fan art#art#mine#my fan art#my art
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Desperate times ask for desperate measures aka I find myself unsure of how I am going to pay my rent & bills this winter so I am wondering if anyone would be interested in exchanging some money for my drawing services? I don't do prints cause I don't know how lol but I can mail you the actual drawing. Here's some of the stuff I've drawn this year:
I can draw your blorbo, your bias, your mom, anyone really, just need a good reference picture. Price would depend on the picture, the size, if it's b&w or coloured and shipping (i live in the EU). If anyone's interested lmk and we'll figure it out together? 🙏🙏
#i do have a job but its fucked rn#my boss owes me nearly 3k for previous months but he cant even pay the business bills so idk when i'll see that money......#bro has like 30eur in his business account rn i am laughing but also crying#it will get better in spring but i need to get there somehow and the job market aint great i must say so i'm trying this first#im so tired#send help#im gonna take a nap now#epikdraws
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ummm. my fic is done.
#I mean it still needs a bit of editing but like after almost four months#the hell (writing) is finally over#it's clocking in at around 61k words rn and im tired#time to relax ((cry))#actually you know what. fuck it I'm gonna overshare about this a bit.#I've never written fic before#and besides that - this is the first thing I've sat down to write seriously in about ten years#and ten years ago I was just writing poetry and papers for college#(I don't mean 'just' in a bad way - I only mean that it's been a very different experience for me personally)#very protective over this fic in that it's been sitting in my lap and in my brain for a few months and I don't want to give too much away#so I've deliberately been vague with the marketing of it. because I want people to read and be surprised and experience it firsthand.#and I know it's supposed to be self-indulgent and writing should be about the process and not the results but#I hope people read it??? I've poured my soul into this thing. a bit. a lot. and I'm a simple creature who craves validation.#it's very personal yet at the same time I feel like I haven't done anything new or groundbreaking which. okay it's self-doubt saturday so.#I should ignore that feeling. anyyyyyyyyway.#I hope to post the first chapter in two weeks. crossing my fingers that I don't abort mission before then aaaaaahahaha#also comparison is the thief of joy etc etc etc#danny.xls#danny writes
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Day 7: dreaming
#undertale au#shattered dream#shattered dreams au#shattered dream sans#shattered!dream#Shattered#shattered september#ShatteredSeptember2023#THERES STILL AN HOUR TO MIDNIGHT SO IT COUNTS#I have drawn nothing but shattered for like 8 days straight#my current mood is#im so fucking tired#im still gonna try to do the whole month#also yes this is meant to be day 8. i swapped the prompts and did day 8 yesterday#Laurart#I have a headcanon that Shattered really likes rabbits so I kinda indulged for this one :)
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#okay sorry for venting but i’ve been processing that session for months#like im the one who fucked up that session because i couldnt make myself say anything and actually naming any problem i have#felt like im begging to have a bunch of excuses#and god that paychologist really made me feel like i imagined all of that for attention and now im back here again and im once again#realizing my brain is just fucked up and what do i do now because if i went to a session now#i would be in the same situation where i can’t say anything that actually bothers me#so i guess im in deep shit forever or at least until i stop having some fucking mental block or whatever#im just fucking tired bro…….#she told me everyone is a little bit autsitic and that’s it WHAT#bro if i had little enough symptoms of whatever that i could do stuff by myself anyway i wouldnt fucking be ghere paying 200zł for the most#ruining hours of my life thank you so much.#instead i have to use everyone in my life as a crutch because i literally just can’t function without help IUOUOUGHHH#god im so sorry okay im gone im just really going through it rn#vent
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marina come get your dog
my commissions
#originally this and marina were supposed to be posted together but uhm. yeah#anyway fuck lineart im so tired of lineart#fear and hunger#funger#samarie fear and hunger#fear and hunger termina#no legitimately ive been trying to finish this for a month im too tired of looking at it
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https://www.tumblr.com/an-elegant-void/743516328073265152/here-are-the-instructions-from-the-help?source=share
Important info!
immediate indignation and rage aside, for some reason i dont have the option yet... it's probably due to the usuall "roll 'features' out to chunks of users at a time" but Still. nervous
#i hate ai i fucking hate ai#it should be used for shit like medical detection and logging and shit#Not Art. In Any Form.#not for writing not for illustration not for painting NONE OF IT. KEEP THAT SHIT OUT OF HERE#each month something comes out that makes shit worse and im sooooo tired of it lmao#like i am Continuously losing hope in the future no matter how much i try not to#where's that post thats like 'why should i read something that no one bothered to write'#AUGH. I HATE IT. i hate it. its so discouraging and depressing#rambles from the bog#yk this is the first time ive started to feel genuine Dread that tumblr might finally be kicking the bucket#all of the other 'apocalypses' were infuriating but also the Tumblr Is Dying!!! reaction made me roll my eyes#but now...? man. where would i even go if this is is.#i cant stand instagram or twitter. the other platforms just dont hold a candle to this site. i just#man.... man.
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Someone's Memory - Lies of P
Takes place during the opera house fight, apologies if I got some lore wrong but it was all done in the name of sadboys
No intended pairing but if you interpret or enjoy this as promeo/carmeo/any ship that’s cool and valid
Warnings: canon-typical violence with a sprinkle of weird robot gore for funsies
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The glinting puppetstring of the legion shielded P’s eyes from the bright white burst which rippled through the wide open space of the opera house. A flash of heat singed the edges of his coat as his hand lowered and he peered through the billowing smoke. There, descended from his monstrous corpse of a throne stood Romeo, King of Puppets.
He was somehow more and less regal than Pinocchio had expected- tall and imposing but with a Lear-like posture, as if he’d aged considerably. This was most conflicting, as upon closer inspection he was sure Romeo was a man, but only barely. The half of his face which remained unmarred by char and decay looked hardly older than a boy. This revelation stirred in the puppet an unexpected and unpleasant tightness in his chest, but there was no use in indulging it. He’d do what was expected of him, as he always did. The King’s reign would end here.
The blade of Romeo’s scythe dragged languid across the floor as he advanced, leaving a faint scrawling along its glassy surface. He drew it slowly behind him and steadied his grip with both hands.
“I have to kill you.” His voice buzzed, strangely resonant and far away, as if something inside him had broken. “There’s no other way.”
At this P’s gaze narrowed. He’d sounded almost remorseful. What care did the king have if he lived or died? Was it merely his appearance? Perhaps he was only so moved as P had been at the thought of slaughtering something so convincingly human. Well, little good it would do him.
His steps echoed in time with Romeo’s and the two watched each other like circling hawks through keen eyes. P’s shoulder flinched back as the blade of the scythe cut through smoky air, staking its claim at the puppets feet. Quickly, he turned on his heels, sidling up behind the king and winding up to strike his exposed back. But as he swung, the blade caught on the outer shell of Romeo’s forearm as he whipped himself around. Suddenly his good eye alit with an expression P couldn’t discern.
“Tricky…” The king said under his breath, the word holding some elusive weight as it left his lips.
P’s blade slid across the armored limb with a ringing that cut through the air. Foolishly he made a cheap swing for the King’s head, but his opponent was swift and weaved his way out of range. There was no time for P to calculate his next move as Romeo charged for him, the staff of his scythe already flying. Reflexively, P met the weapon with the steel of his own, a resonant CLANG crying out around them. Through sheer force the puppet shoved Romeo’s blade away, forcing an opening just long enough to land a strike to the king’s torso. Romeo’s eyes twitched and flickered eerily between the blade piercing his chest and the face of the puppet that wielded it.
A wave of fear crashed over P as he jerked the hilt of his weapon uselessly. The serrated edge had caught stubbornly in the King’s mechanized skeleton and refused to budge. Romeo closed a glimmering hand around the weapon and thrashed his body wildly to the side, the inertia throwing P to the floor unarmed. As he scrambled to stand, his back brushed the wall of the arena, still hot to the touch. He was cornered. He watched with unblinking eyes as Romeo seized the hilt, which jutted out from the meat of his shoulder at a strange angle, and ripped it with unfeeling carelessness from his body. He gave it a curious glance before letting the weapon clatter unceremoniously to the floor.
P’s heart thrummed incessantly as the king met his gaze. Though the fresh wound sparked and smoked, there he stood hauntingly composed. Heat made the air about them grow thick, and auburn flames licked at the heels of the king as he stepped closer. His chin dipped solemnly as he raised the mighty scythe above his head.
“There’s no other way.” He echoed gravely, fingers curling about his weapon in reluctant duty. His shoulders rolled back and as the blade reached its crest he froze. P’s arm was outstretched, the puppetstring held high, shielding his face. He stared at the unmoving king, puzzled. But as his eyes followed the stark path of the puppetstring’s tether, he discovered the arrowhead buried in the dead center of Romeo’s chest. Before P could blink, the king was dragged before him.
The sudden closeness shocked him too much to flinch. He stared with a dumb, blank expression, his chest still rising and falling with a quickness at his narrowly-averted beheading. His nose was practically touching Romeo’s, and he squinted in response to the red flicker emanating from the king’s socket. It was then that something in Romeo’s face shifted, a strange softening of features, even those more grotesque, the exposed jawbone of his right half unclenching. His brow turned up and his good eye went foggy, as if suddenly overcome with emotion.
“...Carlo?”
The puppet string dislodged from Romeo’s chest with a horrible gnashing sound, ripping through layers of charred metal. With it was pulled a ruptured heart, still beating even half destroyed, in an arrhythmic dissonance. Bits of shrapnel clattered to the floor as the king’s head sunk low and lifeless into his chest. As his legs faltered, P reached out reflexively. He held the fallen puppet firmly and with as much grace as could be mustered, guided his body to rest against a pillar. The king wheezed and his head rolled lethargically against the pillar. The rest of his body went limp. P’s gaze flickered across the face of this puppet in sudden awe. So he’d known Carlo. How? And to what extent?
The king’s body shook with a shudder of a laugh. His speech was strained and yet held a sure and unexpected warmth, perhaps even longing. It was as if new depths previously unknown to even himself had been unlocked by this onslaught of memory. How ironic, the liveliness he knew only on his deathbed.
P’s throat felt tight. He was sure this was the first time they had met, but it was clear to him now that this puppet- or something inside this puppet- had known the boy from the painting, and well enough that even as he lay dying, still held affections for him. He longed to know more, to hear of all the times they’d spent together. Oh, how he would listen with rapt attention, how he would ask to be told again and again until the retellings were as clear to him as memory. Just as they should’ve been from the start.
“Carlo, My Carlo… I was sure I’d never see you again, not since-“ the king stopped himself, eyes suddenly twitching with something akin to fear. His gaze locked with Pinocchio’s and his brows knit hesitantly. “You do still know me, don’t you?” He asked.
He did not know the king, but as he looked upon the poor man, crestfallen, a half crushed heart protruding from his open wound, it seemed horribly cruel to admit this. He conjured up the image of Carlo’s portrait in his mind and made mimic the best he could, imagining the way those lips may have curled and the way those eyes may have crinkled with fondness for this once beloved friend. He nodded assuredly at the king. It was a deception yes, but a kind one.
“Of course I do.” He said, low and certain. He didn’t care much for words, truth be told. They filled his mouth in a way he found quite displeasing, and never seemed to fall quite the way he intended. But he was aware that Carlo had not shared this same distaste for conversation.
At this, all the raw and jagged edges of Romeo’s face seemed to soften, awash with relief. This was interrupted quickly with -P could only assume- a sharp pain in the king's chest, which made him wince as he curled in on himself. His eyes squeezed shut momentarily and when he opened them again, he stared up at the ceiling. It was a curious thing, P observed, that he seemed to be looking through the ceiling rather than at it; straight through to a deep and starlit sky.
“Please tell me… do you know what comes after death? Have you felt it?” Asked the king, his gaze still wandering and foggy. This seemed too grand, too important a thing to lie about, and the question startled P. He shook his head apologetically, but the king seemed not to mind, preoccupied with the invisible solaris above him. He let out a sigh that sounded just as sad as it did pretty.
“Whatever it is that comes next, I admit I am afraid to see it alone.” Romeo spoke, the timbre of his voice faltering.
At this P held an awful feeling in his chest, one of desolate hollowness, a kind of gnawing guilt taking root. He did not care for this at all. With a mind of caring servitude, P knelt before the king. Romeo’s gaze fell from the ceiling, meeting with that of his old friend.
“Then I’ll stay with you.” P said simply. The corners of Romeo’s mouth lifted in a melancholic smile and he extended his weary hand. P clasped it tight and bowed his head. Romeo’s lids fluttered.
“Thank you, Carlo.” He breathed. As his eyes gently closed, the inner machinations of the puppet droned to a halt.
With the king’s hand still in his, P pressed the cold palm to his own cheek and tried to will a memory into place. If there was any part of him that held recollection of Romeo, he wanted desperately to know it. But nothing came. And so in the absence of fact, Pinocchio dreamt something up. He painted a tender scene in his mind, one in which Carlo and Romeo were only boys still, untouched by the world. He imagined them looking up at the stars bedded by cool grass, the world around them quiet and warm.
As this invented memory faded, Pinocchio pressed a kiss into the palm of Romeo’s hand and folded it neatly against the fallen puppets heart. He wondered if king was a grand enough title to be remembered by, or if friend would be truer, nobler, far more fitting, simple as it was. He left the opera house heavier than he had found it.
#im not gonna lie i edited this sloppy style I'm so fucking tired rn#combat is obviously inaccurate to gameplay#but it's always okay to sacrifice accuracy for homoerotic fights to the death#didn’t write this with the intention of it being promeo/carmeo/Any ship#but if you interpret it that way that’s totally cool!#guys it felt so weird to not write in second person or in present tense for the first time in months#lies of p#lop#lies of p fanfic#romeo king of puppets#lies of p romeo#my writing#promeo#carmeo
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What I'm saying is, jumping from 1960's X-men to the 80's to the Phoenix Five arc did irreperable damage to my psyche but such an attachment to Scott Summers that I actually feel so fucking sick.
Like hate to break it to the girlies but it's incredibly easy to track Scott's arc from rule follower to him biting the hand that fed him and going full radical and it makes SENSE if you READ.
#mike speaks#scott summers#im not putting this in the cyclops tag sorry not sorry.#im so tired of comic twitter like#im sorry but it took me like idk a month???? to finish up the 60's stuff and a good chunk of the 80's shit.#granted ive been saving x-factor for a rainy day bc i know ill like it.#regardless#that whole arc makes perfect sense#within the context of how scott has been written.#granted i think the phoenix force 5 arc was written very fucking terribly#like if i could rewrite it? it'd be perfect#bc i see the vision#had the avengers simply not been there#ugh#chefs kiss
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