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i-crave-sleep · 3 months

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Scarian zombie apocalypse AU by @uhohbestie that I absolutely fell in love with!!! Genuinely loved the third chapter today, as well as the previous ones, can’t wait for next week!

(Hopefully my designs were close, although I’m fairly certain I missed some stuff)

#desert duo #scarian #art #my art #WOOOO FINALLY #zombie apocalypse au thing #Grian #goodtimeswithscar #gtws #took so much motivation #not my fic #my art tho #grian fanart #gtws fanart #motivation hit me like a truck #I’ve been trying to finish it since last week #but the motivation just wasn’t there #it’s very rushed so that’s why I made lots of mistakes #forgive me 💔

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smalliishbeanss · 8 months

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Joel stared into his reflection, trying his damned hardest to focus. His eyes looked the same as they usually did. Or what was now the usual. Cold, sullen, tired. He looked like he'd have the life taken from him before being brutally, and cruelly, shoved back into him several times.

His hair was still shoulder height and brown with the iconic green streak. His irises were also still brown—more amber—but his pupils seemed dilated. He could hardly see them unless he looked closer and he didn't feel like he could do that right now.

A sigh slipped past his lips at the sight. He frowned, holding his hand over his eyes. Maybe he just needed to accept that this was the way things were now. That it was too late for him to change again. He was gone so who else would be there to save him from himself?

Well it was too late to do anything either way. Grian was gone, Xelqua was back and Joel was left to fend for himself again. That's how it'd always been. A constant cycle of love and hate and pain and he never tried to find a way out of it.

Why would he? This was fine. He wiped his hand over his face, looking back into the mirror. He stumbled back, confused. He had changed in almost an instant. His beard was gone now, no stubble left. He rubbed his pointer finger across his chin, feeling irked at the unfamiliar—and yet still somehow familiar—smooth feeling.

His eyes weren't that much different than how they were before. They were a deeper brown though, closer to the color of dirt maybe. But they held life to them, something his previous appearance could never manage. At least not now.

He looked younger, somehow, too. His hair was shorter, no longer meeting his shoulders. He ran his fingers through it with confusion. What happened while he looked away? It hadn't been that long. Had it?

This face looked so familiar but he couldn't place his finger on it. He knew it somewhere, he knew it. But he wasn't sure what. He felt powerful now.

The lights flickered, distracting Joel from his reflection. He looked up, staring at them. He blinked the harsh light away, rubbing his eyes before looking back into the mirror.

He wasn't as surprised this time but it did still catch him off guard. His beard had somehow grown out, longer than it had been before. His eyes were more yellow now too. He stared into them, confused. His hair reached past his shoulders. He ran his fingers through his beard with a sigh.

It felt familiar and also not at the same time. He couldn't pinpoint where exactly he remembered the soft feeling from. All he knew was that it was now left in the past. He felt oddly weak yet powerful at the same time.

He felt like he could take down a God in one second but also felt like his confidence could shatter at any point. He moved his hands to hold onto the sink, clutching it for stability. He needed stability, he felt like he was spiraling.

Joel stared down into the sink, now focused on the dripping of the water rather than his face. He felt like he was going crazy. Drip, drip, drip went the water. He counted it until he felt like that was driving him mad. He looked back up into the mirror which only added more to that feeling.

His eyes were red. Bright red. It reminded him of terrible things but he tried to shrug it off. He leaned in, staring into his own eyes. His hair was even longer than it had been before, his beard too. The green streak had been replaced with red. Everything was red.

That was what pushed him closer to his breaking point. Why was it all red? He tried to ignore the whispering voices that began to creep into the back of his mind. He stared, wide eyed, holding onto the edge of the sink even tighter than he previously had. He needed the stability desperately, he felt like his knees would give out at any second.

The whispering turned into yelling. His sight was blurry, he couldn't focus. Why couldn't he focus? Why were they yelling at him? What did he do?

A noise outside the door grabbed his attention away. His whole body relaxed as the yelling slowly turned back into whispering before eventually leaving his mind to rest. He looked at where the noise had come from for a few seconds longer, waiting for another sound. There was nothing.

Joel hesitantly turned his head back around. He recognized this face. Barely. It has been a long time since he laid his eyes on it. Brown, soft, lively eyes. Shorter hair. This face was familiar enough to bring a smile to his face.

He reached a shaky hand up to cup his own face. This was nice. Nicest it had been since this whole ordeal had begun. It brought him back to older times. Perhaps at the beginning of this world. The times where they just had fun. When everyone were friends.

When everyone was happy. A lot of things have changed since then. He dropped his hand back to the counter, holding back tears. He shouldn't have thought of that. Times have changed and everyone else has too. They would never go back.

He barely missed it as he changed back. Back into the face that was all too familiar. A tired face. A person who looked like they had given up on it all. He sighed, wishing that everything would just go back.

He knew that it wouldn't happen. He knew that it never could and that it was a selfish thought but he just wished that it would. That everyone could be happy again. He'd do anything to get that.

As he stared into his eyes, he watched as they turned red again. He was confused but he didn't try to stop it. He didn't try to stop as the yelling voices invaded his mind again, yelling at him to do something. He didn't care anymore.

Joel woke up, unblinking and staring at the ceiling. He sat up and looked around, running his hands over his blanket. He needed to feel something in order to ground himself. He took deep breaths before sighing and getting out of his bed. He walked to the kitchen, stumbling every so often.

When he finally reached his destination he hummed. He crouched down near a random chest and opened it, grabbing out some food. He retrieved an apple, some bread and water? The last object confused him but he didn't pay much mind to it as he sat down on the floor.

Joel bit into the apple with a bit of concern as he realizes he tasted basically nothing. He frowned but shrugged it off again as he took a bite out of the bread. Once again with no taste. He washed it down with water then stood up. He placed the items on the counter.

He walked over to the couch and sat down, closing his eyes and leaning his head back against it. He hummed as Buddy jumped up onto the seat next to him before clambering over to his lap. Joel raised a hand, patting Buddy on the head and smiling as the cat began to purr.

Joel began to wonder what he had done yesterday. Nothing? Maybe? He can't remember. Ever since everything it felt like he was just in a cycle. Nightmare, wake up, eat, go outside, go to sleep and it just repeats. He rubbed his head with his palm, sighing again.

He hoped that everything would just go back to normal and he wished for it to happen soon.

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boomboxer · 2 months

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messing with coat details whatevur

#postal #postal 3 #postal dude #running with scissors #rws #my art #fanart #postal fanart #guys im so normal #guys #motivation is hitting me like a truck hitting a dog at 100mph im shooting out art bro

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pocketscribbs · 1 year

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so umm, i had an idea…

and before you ask, yes. I do already have ideas on how her role fits into the story

#wip #she’s a tourist btw #this idea hit me like a truck loaded with motivation #sonic the hedgehog #idw sonic #tangle the lemur #the murder of sonic the hedgehog #tmosth #the murder of sonic #sonic comics #sonic fanart #sonic #sth

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tearlessrain · 19 days

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seriously can catastrophes stop happening for five minutes my brain is already fried from the ones we're already experiencing

#I fucking. missed d&d tonight by accident #I straight up forgot #and just didn't show up to the session #my sleep schedule is absolutely fucked #I should be sleeping now but brain won't shut up #my creative output is the lowest it's ever been and I've been in some level of depressive funk since like early january #I am just deeply unfathomably exhausted #like mentally and spiritually #all the time #my memory and sense of time are both shit #my spelling is worse than it used to be for some reason??#I really don't know what to do to make my brain start functioning again it's frankly worrying me #I couldn't even handle college so it should come as no surprise that I'm reacting poorly to the world being a perpetual screaming trash fir #and yet #idk it's been hitting again lately that I have never succeeded at anything in my life and just keep tripping and falling up for some reason #fucking everyone is in hell right now and with my overall success rate I should be dead in a ditch but I'm actually doing spectacularly #due to a series of improbable accidents and weird circumstances that happened to turn out in my favor instead of completely fucking me #aside from the looming spectre of my various failed attempts to have some kind of life trajectory #it just doesn't feel like this can keep up forever #like surely at some point the luck has got to run out I can't just keep living like some kind of folkloric trickster archetype #but my motivation and sense of purpose kind of died after the last failed attempt so I'm still just here #doing whatever this is #maybe I should drive out to the coast #maybe staring at the ocean would fix me I've been away from it for too long #I mean it can't make me worse #I should wait until further into summer though so I don't have to drive back in the dark #everyone around here has trucks with those goddamn LED headlights and I've got a little sedan that's directly in their blast zone

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pestilentbrood · 1 year

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ok now this is epic

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1941-crowley-slut · 7 months

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Stop any motivational speeches that are happening and just put this on billboards everywhere

#motivation #i got hit by this like a truck #entire double decker bus crashed into me if you know what i mean

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payphoneangel · 4 months

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Vinny's 2023 fics!!

I'm so proud of all the writing I did in 2023!! I learned so much that I'm so excited to apply to my projects for 2024 <3

Not Whole, Not Holy Rating: Explicit Word count: 2,752

Moody, quiet, and introspective, this piece explores endverse!Cas and endverse!Dean find a little bit of solace in each other among their crumbling world. Best described by the tag: Not hurt/comfort, not hurt/no comfort, but some secret third thing.

A Midsummer Night's Dean Rating: Teen+ Word count: 16,948

A wild ride of a casefic loosely based on Shakespeare's A Midsummer Night's Dream. Featuring love potions, Dean having chronic foot-in-mouth-disease, Cas being SO down bad it's dangerous, and Sam wanting to be literally anywhere else but here. I've been told this fic has made people laugh so hard, it has awoken children and brought concerned family members a'knocking on doors.

Innervate A series currently containing two fics, with a few more additions planned! This series follows Cas' developing relationship to his body and how he navigates through the world with it. It's full of fun science and anatomy, alternate angel lore, and LOTS of UST between Dean and Cas (don't worry, it will get resolved... eventually lol. This is a series-long slow burn)

Check out Prelude as a sampler for vibes (full disclosure-- this was a WIP for a LOOOOOONG time so while this fic was uploaded in 2023 the writing is far older than that)

Then for a more cohesive story (and tbqh way stronger writing), pop on over to Ask Me Why My Heart's Inside My Throat

Spellbound Rating: Explicit Word count: 4,764

A one-shot exploring the Master/Apprentice relationship of Sam and Rowena. Let's be real here. They have insane magic sex and I feel like not enough ppl talk about it. EYE barely even scratched the surface with this one. The quickest summary I got for this one: Sam's cardinal virtue is that one a hot woman speaks, he listens.

Long Black Cloud Coming Down Rating: Gen Word Count: 3,540

Taking place prior to s1, teen!Dean has to act quick and think fast when Sammy suddenly comes down with a fever. He can't let his thoughts race too far though, or he just might start believing that whatever's going on is more than just a fever and a snow storm.

#vinny types #vinny writes #spn fic #hilarious to me how i'm p sure the only fic i actually wrote AND published in 2023 is Black Cloud. actually AMND too #everything else had been a WIP for FIVEVER #tbf tho i put a lot of stuff on pause to work on Cell Service #and it was a goal of mine to get more of my WIPs complete before working on other big projects #which i did! save for AMND tho lmao #the idea for AMND hit me like a TRUCK and i just had to roll with it #i love it so much tho. i know we're not supposed to have favorites buuuuuuuuuut if you were going to read any one from this list #actually i'd say go read Black Cloud bc the writing is strongest #but if you want to have a silly goofy time go read AMND #but tbh im also really proud of getting Heart uploaded bc that one ooooooooh that one was a toughie #so. many. rewrites #i'll probably work on the next part of innervate when i'm stuck on Ganked #Spellbound and Black Cloud were both 'im motivated to write but having writers block on Ganked' uploads lol #im uh. HOPING to get Ganked uploaded within the year #but who knows. I want to be thorough with this one so it's taking me a while

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bi-functional · 2 years

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In response to this ask to @tswwwit you know I love a good meme redraw

#did i drop everything to draw this #perhaps #also the thought of dipper having triangle earrings hit me like a truck mid draw #so i added it for myself as a treat #this is actually my second piece in regards to bill and comfort in reference to tswwwit's work #but unfortunately i keep forgetting about the other one #and it exists only in my sketchbook #maybe one day I will make it digital and post it #it was in response to my own ask too ugh #looks like with college right around the corner I've suddenly found all the motivation to do little self projects #I do not want to go back to school jfc #anyways #gravity falls #bill cipher #dipper pines #billdip #human bill cipher #tswwwit’s familiar au

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mizu-nights · 4 months

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WIAATWOWTWIWATIWA i jist realized i queued this shiho req on her bday... does that count as a bday special

#★ — come to think of it #GOSH MY MOTIVATION HIT ME LIKE A TRUCK TODAY #YAAAAYYYYYYY LETS GO MIZU-NIGHTS NATION

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teabutmakeitazure · 9 months

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are you giving up on writing altogether or just taking a break?

The latter. I have lots of real life shenanigans going on at the moment, so I am, most of the time, burnt out mentally lol

#hoping for motivation to hit me again but like an isekai truck #ask #anon

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evergreenm1st · 4 hours

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wips I guess

#tbhk #kou minamoto #hanako kun #tbhk coloring #man I have no motivation for these sometimes #And then it'll come hit me like a truck #For about five seconds

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cesar-the-salad · 6 months

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Send this to people to annoy them or somthing like that 👍👍

#Creepy popcorn bucket #Why is he staring at me like that?#What are his motives????#meme?#idek anymore #I hope he gets hit by a truck or something

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the-heaminator · 2 years

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Dover Skies

Fuck it i decided to do a frukweek thing, sue me.

@aphfrukweek

Reminicing about days past.

The muggy summer night heady with the smell of wild jasmine and climbing roses, slow and quiet the night was, a waning gibbous lighting up the night sky a little, looking forlorn as it was not in its full form, still hiding behind the cloak of celestial blackness.

Not so long ago they thought that the sky was an ocean, with stars dissolved in it, for they were ever moving across the horizon, like something would in a liquid. They had been invaluable assets for circumnavigating all those moons ago, but now they had so much more, technology was advancing at such a rampant rate that it sometimes felt like the old ways would be lost for evermore.

But a few things remained constant, the stars for example, they dulled and were hidden under cloud and smog, but they were there, a constant even as they slowly burned out of fuel, mortals would not know for sure, and even immortals such as they could not outlast the stars.

The castle so brightly illuminated just a few miles away had seen so much its stone walls weathered by time and the millions of feet that have trampled over the flagstone and cobble over almost a millenia.

A castle made by an invading power in the early days of his nation being a nation separate from the Danes and their heathen army, The Normans, three Norman kings before they were considered English, passing on their hatred for the French on to him as they assimilated, changing the language and the culture so severely that even now he could speak fluent norman French. The stars had witnessed this, twinkljng innocently in the sky as thousands were slaughtered and once arable land made inhospitable for decades to come.

It was odd to imagine, especially for the younger ones, that the man who he had a notoriety for having constantly fought at every turn, was the same as the one who he was laying in bed with now, with soft flaxen hair that he had seen soaked and matted with sweat and blood so many times before, the chest softly rising and falling as he breathed, he had seen it carved open with a sword, a bullet, an arrow, sometimes even a dagger, covered in blood and dying slowly, for even for their kind death was an accepted thing of life, whether their bodies wanted to give up or not.

In the same way that Francis had said, many times before, that he looked so oddly peaceful and content when finally asleep, Arthur could say that when Francis was not intentionally put together, he was often even more beautiful than when he tried.

Both had taken immense pleasure over the years in violence, against many other, but above all, eachother. The horribly twisted form of bastardised happiness that he used to get from seeing France bleeding to death on the ground, or dead and stiff as a corpse was something he never felt with anybody else, not with Spain nor with Prussia.

It was sadistic, even he could admit that, but Japan had once said that they were tied with the red string of fate, that they would always find eachother, no matter how many wars between their countries, no matter how many years had passed, they would always find eachother, bound by fate and sealed by the centuries.

These stars in the heavenly realm had seen this all, years of fighting and years of pining between the both of them, centuries even.

The stones of Dover castle gleaming orange under the dawn light, its vantage point on a hill allowing it to see all.

What their monarchs would say when they found the two sleeping in the same bed, curled up around eachother as if they were married to sleep in the same bed as they were. Premarital eye contact may have been a sin between a man and woman, though nothing was said between a man and a man.

#Hws England #Hws France #Fruk #Frukweek2022 #I swear I dont know what happened to my writing style I'm sorry #It is also very short because I wrote this in the bus as motivation hit me like a truck #The heam writes

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pseudonympls · 2 years

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#ugh #really not feeling good #my brain feels like a big pile of mush #who knew withdrawing from sertraline would hit me like a fucking truck #I’ve got so much to do #and so little motivation to do anything #which is so unlike me #usually you can’t stop me lmao #I’m just emotionally drained from the weekend #my shoulders and back have started to blister and peel (after I let myself burn like the idiot I am)#I just wanna crawl into bed and not get out #which again - so unlike me #I finished part five of love blooms weeks and weeks ago #before I decided to add more to it #and now I don’t know where the fuck I am with it #so that’s cool

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runefactorynonsense · 2 years

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The Direct and the rf3 remaster have put me back on my bullshit, it feels great

I've done so many sketches and written a couple scripts for things I've been trying to get inspiration for all dang year

#Margot talks about Nothing #Me drawing RF fanart just feels RIGHT. Ideas just need a PUSH and that direct hit me like a truck #don't want to give hints and lose motivation I hate that cycle #but the dialogue I hint at has been bothering me since last CHRISTMAS and I finally have lines I'm happy with #that remake is gonna cause a surge in new fanart and I can't wait to see it #Here's hoping they go back and remaster 2 and 1 as well ;w;

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