Day 1 Of 6: Willow!

Don’t read, just getting something off my chest

Sometimes, I just feel like screaming. Like, if can feel something sitting in the center of my chest, something heavy, but it never rises up of falls down.

Sometimes, I just feel like crying. I can feel the sob in my throat, and the tears starting to burn the back of my eyes. But I never do, because it always goes away.

I never tell anyone what I am thinking, what I am feeling, because it has become something that I see as whining in my eyes. These things that I feel come randomly and sporadically, so I don’t see it as something to fear.

But when I read these posts and stories, something that I bond myself with, and they talk about things that happen to be what I think/say/do, I find it harder and harder to keep these things in. There are barricades that are built in my head like the Great Wall, but they seem to be crumbling down one day at a time...and I’m scared about what will happen next.

I don’t know who to talk to; don’t know if anyone will even care, or say that I’m just being dramatic, or ‘It’s just a face because you’re young!’

Drawing has helped me, but not enough. Screwing over my sleep scedual to fall asleep at midnight is fucking with me, and school has started become just another burden, another weight on my back, and stress ha become something more than just something every once in a while. It’s alway with me, to the point where I am starting to get nervous tics every time I talk.

I don’t know... just gotta pull through I guess.

CGI animators should unionize next. normally, their jobs would be too precarious to strike, since studios would replace them without a second thought, but if it's part of this larger general film strike, they might finally have meaningful power to better their working conditions

What do you mean I haven’t done anything in over a year? Heh, that’s….crazy

Anyway, I’ve been playing DnD with my friends, and I’m in love with my character. So…

My child, Erza.

So, I binge read the whole series of Dungeons and Daddies: not a BDSM podcast. And as I wait for the newest episode to drop, I desides to relisten to the beginning… and 🥺

Nick and Glenn hid the blunt they were smoking in the mailbox to smoke when they got home. And they never came home. I’m so upset about this.

Woke: I have the same birthday as The Umbrella Academe.

Broke: I have the same birthday as a child who lost his mother, and became his fathers least favorite person in the same day, just by being born.

This is a list of every thing that I have ever seen/read. Anything on this list I am willing to draw, but most of it I have never tried, so they will be a work in progress. This is also things I am willing to chat about through dm’s as well. This is updated every time I finish something.

Fandoms I will draw for:

Books

Harry Potter

Hunger Games

Virals (all except for Terminal)

Percy Jackson (Olympians & Heroes of Olympus)

Television Shows and Movies

Anime

Ouran High School Host Club

Soul Eater

My Hero Academia

Blue Exorcist

Yuri!! On Ice

The Promised Neverland (season 1)

Erased

Haikyuu

Cartoons

Voltron: Legendary Defenders

Danny Phantom

Gravity Falls

Epithet Erased (not a cartoon, but it falls under this catagory)

Amphibia

The Owl House

Other Shows & Movies

Umbrella Academy

Marvel

Star Wars

Stranger Things

Harry Potter

Hunger Games

Arcane

Musical

The Guy Who Didn’t Like Musicals

Hamilton

Be More Chill

22 Chump Street

Dear Evan Hansen

Come From Away

Six

Heathers

Games

Sally Face

Sims

Life is Strange (1 & 2, not Before The Storm)

Detroit Become Human

Minecraft

Doki Doki Literature Club

Among Us

You ever invite your coworker to watch you give birth just to spite a racist

The bots are evolving!!

Now I’ve seen bots with firstname-lastname combo with numbers in the middle, but even more odd are the ones without numbers at all… Some jumbled up almost-words that at first glance could be actual tumblrs. But when you click through to see their blogs, they look just like the old bots.

Apparently at some point the bots starts to leave comments with malware links on your posts if left to their own devices. I saw that in the wild today on someone else’s post.

Remember to report as spam and block!

I'm autistic and I currently feel like shit checklist

Hi there. Are you autistic? Do you currently feel like shit and don't know why? Try this checklist to see if you can Fix The Problem!

When was the last time you used the bathroom? If you answered "I don't know" or "at least 3 hours ago", go now!

Do you need a drink? Go get one if you don't have one in front of you.

When was the last time you ate? If you haven't eaten yet today, consider eating A Meal, or perhaps A Snack. Something is better than nothing, eat whatever you feel able to!

Is there something in your immediate surroundings that is bothering you? If the light is too bright, turn it off. If there is an annoying sound, make the sound stop or reduce your ability to hear it (earplugs, headphones, etc.). If your clothes are bothering you, change them.

Is your space messy? Pick one area of your room and clean it up as best you can. Clean your whole room if you have the energy!

When was the last time you did An Activity? Scrolling on social media doesn't count. Try actively doing something fun! Play a game you like, read a book, make something, or go for a walk.

When was the last time you Spoke to a Person? Consider talking to a person you like if it has been a while.

How long has it been since you did something Special Interest related? Make some time to do that today. Infodump to a friend, have a nice long research session, look at related images or gifs, make art about it, whatever works best for you!

Try stimming actively! Put on some music and dance, spin in circles, go to the park and use the swings!

If you still feel like shit after trying all of these things, you might be tired or sick. Go to bed early and get some rest. Hopefully you will feel better tomorrow!

Hope that helps :)

Oooh! Love this concept, can’t wait to read more!!

Sewer Crypt

Chapter One

What would happen if Raph, Donnie, Casey, and April were never cured?

The night air was chilly, especially up on the rooftops. Perhaps too chilly for mid june, but it didn’t bother him, not anymore anyway. In fact, he loved it, reveled in it actually. The bite of the cool breeze in his throat tasted like power. It tasted safe. Safe as this side of the city. The stars were bright here and he was glad for it. The telltale light pollution of civilization disgusted him, it reminded him far too much of the burn of sunrise. But this part of the city had been taken by his kind long ago.

Never had he actually found the darkness of night all that dark. Whether or not that was the result of his dimly glowing eyes or just the abilities that came with the transformation was beyond him. At the moment, It didn’t matter either way because it allowed him to watch his newest batch of ghouls run around the street like roughhousing children. He enjoyed watching them, it took his mind off things.

He’d always been a natural at controlling ghouls. Even back when he was a little fledgling surviving off spiders and rats. He still had his baby fangs back then. That thought brought a smile to his face, one that quickly faded when his mind provided another memory from back then. The time he’d invited his brothers to join him. He was quite naive at the time and he wished he could go back to give his younger self the cold, hard truth and maybe a slap to the face. His hand reached up to his bicep to fiddle with a long, red piece of fabric tied around his sleeve. A habit his master encouraged. It probably made him easier to manipulate, whatever, he didn’t really care all that much.

Pulling his hand away quickly, he reminded himself he still had one of his brothers and two of his friends. Sighing loudly he pulled out his phone and a not so quiet cuss rang out. Taking a deep breath of air, he let out a bone chilling screech that echoed across multiple blocks. His ghouls took action immediately. Scrambling through open doors and windows and into sewer grates and manholes. There were even some clambering into ventilation shafts at the top of buildings. It looked like chaos, and it was, but they all had one goal in mind; to get out of the open. The time was 4:30, far too close to dawn for his comfort.

He himself hastily made his way to a manhole, jumping off the building he had stood on. He hated taking the sewers, they were filled with painful memories from… less complicated times. His hand wandered to the strip of red, tattered fabric just as his mind wandered to old memories. Memories of laughter, memories of fighting, of crying and hugging, of joy, of playing and injury, training and youth, memories of brotherhood.

“Raphael!” A voice yelled way too close behind him. Startled, he whipped around to see a pair of familiar glowing eyes.

“Donnie?” His voice sounded shakier than he anticipated. He blinked away tears he hadn’t realized were there and cleared his throat. His brother's annoyed expression morphed into pity. He hated that. “What the hell, man? You scared the shit outta me!” His voice had a lot less bite than he wanted.

“Look where you are.” Donnie’s voice came out unimpressed and somehow it was worse than pity. “I’ve called your name like twenty times!”

Raph glanced around the environment and quickly realized where his brother's worry had come from. He was in his old room in the old lair, muscle memory must have taken him here when he wasn’t paying attention. Weird. He’d think after thirty three years his body would know not to go here anymore. It was the exact same as it was all those years ago, minus the thick layer of dust that seemed to coat everything, he also noticed that his extra mask was nowhere in sight but he decided not to think about the implications of that.

“Oh, whoops! Muscle memory am I right?” He forced a smile onto his face which Donnie immediately gave a look to.

“That’s probably the single worst fake smile I have ever seen.” Raph decided Donnie’s deadpan was definitely worse than pity.

He chewed the inside of his cheek and kept from meeting his gaze. Had he always found it this difficult to lie to his purple clad twin?

“Sorry.” He eventually managed to sigh out.

“Don’t, just… don’t. Let’s just go home.” Raph couldn’t help but wince internally. He hated making Donnie worry, he was his only brother who didn’t see him as some death obsessed, bloodthirsty monster. Probably because he was one too.