#I also just

[ph0enixart]

Burrows End family as humans in the world of the Last of Us. Welcome to Last Bast!

#dimension 20 #burrows end #d20 #vibes were what if last of us and last bast is like a safe settlement they found #i had so much fun with violas outfit #like what would violas energy look like in a zombie apocalypse #i also just #like ava i wanted to make hot strong grandma energy #like considering how well she barbs #i simply could not draw her frail #also tula? hot #and dissociating #ph0enixarts

[cherriiramen]

GUESS WHO’S BACK (or not??)

#my accounts been so dead and I’m still about to hit 400 followers?? #it was a nice surprise to see 😭❤️ #I’ve been on such a massive artblock but im trying to get better ahsjsjw #i also just #have been highly inactive on my social media platforms in general #which I also need to fix #BUT HEYYYY IM ALIVE #and im really sorry to anyone who tagged me or texted me during that period #i spent like nearly an hour scrolling through all my notifications #they were just that many 😭😭 #cherrii.txt

[tinygayproductions]

yknow its p reasonable to assume under a lot of the squish, demeter is jacked as fuck in hades.

even moreso because she wielded the twin fists of malphon

#hades #hades game #tiny gay.txt #i mean #its a reasonable assumption #i also just #like women who look soft but can easily strangle me with one hand

[broflovski-brah]

i’m finally being confirmed in a month-after two fucking years lol

i feel really bad though because my brother is having it the same day, and i hate that i haven’t been able to get it until now (for context, when i was actually of age, i got like-hella sick with covid and obviously couldn’t go since this was back in 2022, and the second time we couldn’t find a church, whatever whatever) but like…i feel really awful that we’re having it on the same day because my brother deserves to have his own day, y’know?

i know it technically isn’t my fault since i got sick the first time and the second time there was nowhere that was willing to do it, but like…ugh. i just feel bad

#skipper speaks #i also just #feel awkward since i’m so much older than the people being confirmed #well not SO much older #like two or three years older #but still #idk i just feel bad about the whole thing #queue

[lizstiel]

saw someone upset about the finale, specifically the fact that ed and stede stayed in the house with izzy’s grave “right on their doorstep”, and they read that as disrespectful. I mean everyone is entitled to read it the way they want to, of course, but I actually found that quite beautiful?

izzy’s final speech was about how he fed that toxicity/enabled blackbeard even though he knew ed had outgrown it, and this season especially has shown izzy coming to terms with that “saw you throw away your leathers / maybe follow that feeling” and to stede “you’re good for him” etc. etc. bc the truth is that izzy SAW ed, he spent years with him, and he knew it was time for ed to move on.

I really think staying in the cabin where they buried him was like, a very touching gesture. instead of burying him on some random patch of land and sailing off to be pirates, they chose to build something where they left him, build on his memory and what he told ed to do at the end. they didn’t leave him behind, they let their crew move on to their next chapter while they started their own. idk I found it very beautiful.

#not me meta’ing about ofmd #ofmd spoilers #and not even mention djenkins repeatedly bringing up the buttons is a witch #and the seagull landing on the cross like #I think it’s gonna weirdly work out #but idk man #idk I really really liked it lol #felt a little rushed but it felt like the right choice #I also just #I like letting creators tell their stories and trust that process instead of like #whatever the fuck I had going on with spn for 15 years

[sang8262]

i already know 150% that i'll get burnt out within a week,

BUT... i always wanted to do those ask blogs that draw the answers / prompts, even though i have negative confidence in both my ability to make good hc scenarios, and to actually draw them in a timely manner

#i also just #dont know if JP would even get much interest outside our little fanclub #though if yall have cute ideas my suggestions are OPEN!!!! #send em in i'l do my very best to not forget about them immediately ;u; #on that note i also kinda wanna do more comic page stuff #just to throw JP into.. Situations(TM) and see how he responds

[samarecharm]

P5 au where everything is the same, but Akira can fly around in the metaverse w Arsene like he does in smash

#talkin bout when ur meter is fully charged and Arsene is automatically summoned to give u boosts #the up+B animation is so silly he just launches himsef in a direction and prays #i also just #love the way the moves look in smash #tetrakarn being a full counter and Eiha looking like a tiny little black flame #i havent played strikers yet but i have it so i SHOULD play it #bc im sure the fighting in that game will satisfy my love of turn based animations- #-translating into real time combat

[illysinsanity]

me omw to write for a fandom that probably doesnt have a fanfic readerbase after sm yrs only 2 make one of my first works a pharmercy fic bcs they r my luvs

#a genji fic too bcs hes my little princess i love him #i also just #love women soooo #pharmercy #and maybe other wlw ships ehehehe #overwatch #overwatch fics

[naturally-dazed]

idk if zara's life is going to ALL be in evergreen harbour, I think once she's like a kid or a teenager some changes will be made, and since I've been craving strangerville bc i dont think i ever really played with it's gameplay i kinda want it to be that hahah

#i also just #love desert worlds #and i love the scifi aspect of the sims games even though i never play with it ugh #ts4 #the sims 4 #sims 4 #sims #the sims #simblr #ts4 simblr #ts4 gameplay #Morino Household

[gludgenbell]

question, why do commissions?

Because I really want to!

It's been a goal of mine for a while, and at first I wanted pocket money because I'm about to graduate and I still eat my friend's scraps during hangouts when they go out to eat... but now I kinda just need the money?

We kinda ran out of food on Sunday and while we're getting by, It's kinda just barely, this happens a lot during winter

So rn I'm hoping to help my mummy out because she's super stressed and for a house of 7 + 2 bigger dogs there's a lot to be stressed about!

#gludgen answers! #anonymous #but yeah!! thats why Im doin them rn uhm #I also just #want to #I do more art when told or asked and I like getting paid so yeah!!

[rollercoasterwords]

☕️ bartylus (totallyyy not bc i loathe that ship n want to see ppl hating on it)

look i just......again. AGAIN. ship whatever u want enjoy whatever u want. but i simply will never like or care about this ship. in the context of canon....i guess they could get together and be evil death eater boyfriends? but again i feel like most of the bartylus stuff i see is just. stripping them out of canon completely and making one or both of them ocs in a way that removes pretty much anything that would interest me in either of their characters in the first place. so! i generally just find it boring <3

#i also just #have no desire to read about barty crouch jr. so #perfectly content 2 let all the bartylus and rosekiller shippers have fun in their own little corner and keep 2 myself in my swamp <3 #ask

[ejacutastic]

terf shit is really presented in the most insidious ways like if you're approaching shit in good faith and without like a bunch of walls up it's so easy to half read a post and be like haha yeah :) before rereading and realizing oh Jesus christ no

#I also just #can't read #so maybe this is just a me thing #like I literally will walk through a grocery store and my mind will make up so many things on labels that aren't there if I'm just glancing #and I have to look back and go what the fuck and realize it just says chicken noodle soup and not something completely nonsensical

[everythingsinred]

apparently zoe’s friend coined the phrase “slavaboo” to describe the strange subsection of people who are a little too obsessed with communism and the ussr, call each other comrade, joke about gulags, and pretend to have slavic accents, etc. u know. people who are superficially interested in slavs without knowing anything about slavic culture or history. they took the form of annoying white american boys throughout high school for me and would mansplain to me (incorrectly) about MY culture and history as if their terrible fake russian accent that they put on for kicks trumps my years of being an actual serb. now its tiktok girlies wearing ushankas and making really uncomfortable content about communism and eastern block “aesthetic”.

like on the one hand ushankas are just hats and im really not interested in gatekeeping my culture bc ive always wanted to share it, but tbh what pisses me off is that these ppl ARENT interested in the culture. ill always think back on that post abt cultural appropriation i saw a few years ago, that rightly challenged white ppl pulling elements of poc culture into their lives without first understanding the cultural significance. but that post then turned around and recommended aspects of european culture, specifically slavic and eastern european, that white ppl could use instead (folkwear and holidays), and that pissed me off.

in my balkan class we learned that eastern europe, particularly the balkans, are viewed as europe lite. it’s a strange place to be because obviously were white. thats just a fact. but western europeans view us as savages, uncivilized, a barbaric and war-torn land of backwards people. the first day of class my professor asked us to tell us words we associated with the balkans and GOD DAMN was there plenty of orientalism in that american university classroom. for most of our history we’ve barely been considered europe. our relationship with the word “europe” is so complex and difficult to properly explain. western europe doesnt consider us europe bc were not on their level. so getting grouped in like that, having someone outside of that group give other white people permission to “use” our culture with the same cavalier attitude that they would appropriate poc culture? its UNPLEASANT. i dont like it.

i guess what im trying to say is that knowing about russian war tanks and pilots is cool and all. gushing about eastern bloc architecture and wearing ushankas is fun. but slavic history is a big mess, torn between wanting to be part of the civilized “europe” but also not wanting to reject our specific culture (like the conflict between westernizers and slavophiles in russian history).

im thinking about the heartbreak of telling classmates and friends that i was slavic but having them be more interested in my barebones knowledge of russian history and culture rather than asking me about my serbian culture. that all i was to them was an excuse to talk about the soviet union or the warsaw pact when my country was never even a part of either. they’d get grossed out by the food i brought to school, demonstrate no interest in my culture at all. id watch their eyes glaze over when i excitedly asked them if they wanted me to write their name in cyrillic or teach them serbian phrases... its all so surface level and vapid. tbh really cringe. thats what yall are. cringe. using ur stupid fake slavic accents, calling each other comrades, making jokes about the ussr and gulags as if theres any humor to be found in a gulag. sickening behavior.

i WANT people to be interested in my culture but i want them to appreciate it. i dont want them pulling aspects that they can use for the aesthetic, or for them to oversimplify slavic history or make jokes about the ussr or gulags. i want them learning about folklore and mythology, actually listening to our music (and maybe actual folk music, not just the russian techno ppl like). look at our art, our stories. we have a rich and vibrant and varied culture with many influences. its not all blank cement buildings and ushankas. we have a lot of beautiful culture to offer and it pisses me off how ppl dismiss it.

#i also just #hate being grouped in with western europeans. #eastern europe is for the most part impoverished and has a heavy history of colonization. #were not really the same as the british or the french or the germans. it feels like an unfair comparison #and bold of me to complain right. cuz like no american friend that ive ever had has been interested in my culture #so beggars cant be choosers. but no. im gonna be a chooser. #this superficial interest isnt real interest and im not gonna accept it #are u really into slavic culture if u start getting uncomfy abt coming to my family's slava or trying my serbian food i bring to lunch? #are u genuinely interested if u wont let me tell my own history? #im thinking abt the nonaligned movement. sigh. #little anya things

[warriorsbutnotreally]

the closer we get to the release of Onestar's SE, the more I fear what that book is going to do to the already fucked up family tree

#onestar #warriors #warrior cats #i also just #kinda quietly hope #one and white doesn't become canon #for many many reasons #i know the family tree says one thing #BUT #the tree sucks

[goji-pilled]

being a good boy rn by patiently waiting for this week to be over so i can finally finally FINALLY get off again

#because girl i am so hskahdkahs JUST. MAN. #please please please its almost over #i also just #want to get this over with i hate the blood part

[dogydayz]

When I first awoke, everything happened so fast. My mind was constantly spiraling, the world around me shifting and spinning, memories foggy and broken from time away from consciousness and outsider tampering. I assumed so much, remembered so wrong, pinpointing on an idea that, admittedly, I hardly understood then.

Destruction.

I raced against my mind, I raced against the clock, I raced against the shadow of myself.

Or... Was I the shadow of him?

Everything happened in a blur, yet I remember the feelings, my mindset, how unstable and hurried I was, how I felt as though I were still in the metal corridor running for my life, running for our lives, running til life went cold.

Faces and voices, they each solidified into my mind, and I wanted to cling to them so desperately. I found myself running in circles, running in place, lights and buildings passing by me, the world around me so vast and dreamlike.

I didn't feel alive, and yet... I felt more alive than I'd ever been.

My feet barely touched the ground as I went, as things happened, events unfolding before my eyes. Voices spoke to me, they called to me, they told me everything I wanted yet couldn't believe. I was broken yet build all at once, deconstructed then pieced back together again... But it all went so fast that I didn't understand much of it at the time.

Locked onto pink quills, green eyes, purple wings, a shining machine... They all had their effects on me, they all took pieces of me and unraveled me like a loosely knit scarf, becoming nothing more than old worn yarn.

Blazing streaks of blue, I chased after light itself, for those moments that I sped through the air and clashed with glowing spines, nothing else mattered. Nothing else existed but a feeling of being held down, grounded, yet lifted onto cloud nine all the same.

My mind loved to contradict itself, it made it hard for me to process it all later on. When everything felt so strange and dreamlike, I felt like I had to doubt its reality... But it was real, I know that now, ever since finding steadier ground for myself.

The final stretch, we were shooting stars in the sky, my mind falling back to blurred memories, now slightly less damaged, and slightly more lucid. A voice called out to me, believing in me, believing in us.

Fighting side-by-side against kin of my own, against a disaster greater than any yet seen, I felt just as golden as our bodies had become. For them all, for the ones who'd given me so much in such little time, I fought. For the love I was created in the name of, I gave it my all. For the world I'd promised to protect....

I plummeted out of the sky.

My memories of that time make recalling it feel like it was all a fever dream, yet I know how real it was.

Awoken again, with new connections alongside me, I chased the high of that night, I chased the high of living after going so long disallowed from it.

Friends.

That's who they are to me. And they were still at that time... But that exuberance wouldn't last. I could only make my life out to be a drama for so long before it would come crumbling down upon me.

Slowly, yet surely, cracks began to form.

And the invasion was the gunshot through my chest that broke the glass I was made of.

Memories challenged, my mind pried open, things confirmed that I'd avoided for so long, ideas brought to mind that still caused me paranoia, even after they were disproven. I lost sight of myself, despite believing so deeply that I'd found myself....

Or, perhaps... There never was a self to begin with.

Who was I prior, even? Just a cocky bastard who yearned for the enjoyment of living everyone else experienced? Who, try as he may, couldn't get those same feelings unless he was neck-and-neck against his own imposter?

My friends think there was a "me" before, but that one feels so distant in my mind that it's... Hard to truly know.

My skull was cracked open, my psyche poured onto a platter where all could view it and taste it for themselves... They didn't leave.

Part of me had hoped they'd leave.

Part of me wanted to hold them so close for staying by my side.

They were so persistant.

Yet so was I.

The feelings crept in and made themselves at home.

Just another adventure, it seemed, just another calamity to be faced.

I had my friends with me, I had myself together, for the time being. Things had felt... Fine, despite how the paranoia lingered within me, despite how my mind couldn't get away from the darkness of our world.

But my friends... They were there.

I was there.

We were there and we would fight together when the time came for it...

Until...

Something inside me shattered.

When I saw his body collapse, something inside of me simply fell to pieces.

Forced to continue on, I trudged, lost, falling into myself...

And you'd think that... Once he was back, things would've been fine...

But they weren't fine.

When they gathered the Emeralds, she imbued them with her own sealed power, and life was brought back to him...

I should have felt relieved... Well, I did, for a moment. It was when we had to fight that beast together that I realized how much I'd been wrecked by my own thoughts.

That stupid smile, that unending bravery, bright eyes and a hand held out to me...

I couldn't lose that again.

When all was said and done... When I collapsed from exhaustion and had to be carried home... I'd wake up....

Different.

They were all so kind to me. They all cared so much. They gave me exactly what I wanted and I loved it. I hated it.

I couldn't let it happen again, not again, not again, not like last time... If I had no one I could never fail them. If no one depends on me, then no one is because of me. If no one is around me, then no one is hurt on my behalf.

Alone...

I began to trail behind. I began to avoid the others. I began to remain silent. I began to snap at each and every one of them until they'd assume I wanted to be alone. I did, that's what I wanted. I didn't, I never wanted that.

I forced it upon myself, I had to defend myself, I had to defend them. It was my purpose, to be a sacrifice to the world for it to thrive. Sacrificing my own comfort, my own joy, my own existence...

It was worth it if it meant they'd be safer... If it meant I wouldn't have to be torn open again and again... If it meant that I wouldn't cause them any more trouble...

They tried to get to me, they tried to speak to me... They were all too gentle about it. They were all too caring about it. They were all to aware of my actions, they left me be out of consideration... But time and again, just as before, that bastard spindashed his way through concrete and rebar walls I'd build around myself. Everyday the barriers would be crumbled, dents left in metal, so chaos-damn persistent to make me listen.

And I did listen.

He didn't know it, I waved him away or struck him with a blow, but I was hearing what he had to say... Because I had no real choice.

It surprises me that, of all the ones I knew who'd been the ones to weasel their ways into my heart, he's been the most consistent of them. It's admirable, such tenacity... Though... I could tell as time went on that... He was growing truly worried. Perhaps he "missed" me, perhaps he just didn't want me turning on his buddies... Or perhaps he just... Was worried that nothing would ever change for me.

Maybe it was all of them.

I'm not quite sure.

All I know is that I'd gone years walled off from those I loved, and I assumed they'd just moved on by then. I was angry, I was lonely, I was desperate and yet so.. so scared.....

But when I finally got the courage to face them...

They were still there.

Waiting for me.

Holding out hope.

Ready to welcome me back just as if it were old times again.

And.. When I finally found the strength, I'd left my fortress behind to join them once more, to find myself in the sea of existence, to build myself from the pieces they'd kept safe until I'd find my way home to them once more.

#my writing #sth #sonic #shadow the hedgehog #shadow prose #i suppose? #yeah I'll call it that #when i do first person shit #I wanted to toy with the idea of connecting his past together #to explain his actions in more modern media and shit #but i pulled a 5th grade “write a letter as if you're living in the 20th century” #but instead of a letter it's prose about a gay hedgehog #I also just #really really love writing for Shadow's thoughts #he's so cool #I love toying with aspects like him going into borderline blissful daze states #when he's super happy #and he thinks about it later and wants that feeling back so badly he cries #but it's happy tears #because he remembers the good times #when he was so fucking cool and doing cool shit #and he looks at the stars and believes that Maria is watching him #and cries even more #and also im super fucking weak for describing my headcanons about how he views like #his battles with Sonic and shit like that #because it's SOOOO fun to write that sorta escapism stuff #like it's totally normal to yearn for the time when you were racing your rival #that you met earlier that day or something #and you were racing through space #to then become golden and glowing with him and save the world