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riwooga · 1 year
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Hi!! Sorry for disappearing on everyone
I really appreciate all the people who've stayed interactive and also the people who've sent me asks and messages to check upon me!! That was seriously so unexpected thank you 🥺
But I figured making a quick general post was probably a good idea to clear stuff up
So long story short... I am not dead, I am okay, and no I haven't abandoned DOL as an interest nor decided to never draw it again! I promise! I'll try to return eventually just some health issues!
And under the cut I'll go further into details about my health, so if you don't wanna hear about that, that's totally fair! <333
Be rest assured I’m okay! 💕
But.. For the ones who are curious.
I have in general been on sick-leave with stress for 2 years, mostly dealing with mental health struggles, and mild physical symptoms.
However, my physical symptoms in particular worsened slowly due to a lot of stuff that's just too complicated to get into lol,,,, but it basically all culminated here in February where my physical symptoms have stayed bad™ since, and kinda just… keep getting worse because of my own stubbornness.
Much to my own dismay, I ended up having to actually go to the doctor, which I've put off for a long time,,,, I've already been there numerous times and am also waiting on being sent to 4 different special-clinics that can hopefully also help figure it out, on top of waiting to get into therapy again
But yeah uh there's been a lot of testing, with little results.. For now we're looking at it being most likely that I'm some sort of chronically ill. Right now the suspected ones are POTS and ME/CFS.. Maybe fibromyalgia but I don't personally see the connection on that one-- but we don't know yet. (And it'll likely take a good while to figure out sadly)
My symptoms have, as I said, stayed pretty bad, and in turn my energy is hard to put onto drawing as a priority, when even just as much as standing up takes energy.
But I do still really wanna draw and I do intend to come back to it once I hopefully get a bit more stable again!
So I just wanna say please don't worry about me, it's definitely far from deadly, it's just,,, a major inconvenience and it's been a lot of strain on my mental health in turn. While I am still desperately hoping for a cure or a fix... My doctor said quite firmly not to expect either-- but that there's small chances of eventually lessening the symptoms. So that's what we're hoping! 🥲
Once again thank you to the people who’ve been checking up on me, I really do appreciate that so much 🤧💕💕💕💕
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lyranova · 9 months
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Are you gonna begin on event requests when all 30 are full or just whenever you feel like it? Just curious. Thank you.
Hiya anon!
Actually, I already have 4 of my event requests done 😁! And have had a few done since they were sent in, I have one for my “Touch me Like you Do” requests done and 3 of my “Love me like you do”. They’re scheduled to post from Aug. 21st through the 24th and beyond! Right now All the fics that are being posted are from regular requests that I’ve done the past…1-2 weeks 🤔!
But don’t worry, I’m already working and writing them (i will admit I’ve been….procrastinating a bit on them) and have a few completed, I just have them scheduled very far out in advance so that way enough people have enough time to send stuff in 🥰!
The reason my opinions are being posted more is because I can type them out in just a few minutes as opposed to a fic which takes me somewhere between 1-12 hours 😆!
Thanks for asking anon!
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dandelion2302 · 11 months
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incorrectnevermoor · 2 months
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*throws this meme at you with no regrets whatsoever*
:3
REAL
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fishy-strawberries · 14 hours
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I want her, Lark 🤍
I know I’m slightly late to the I Prefer Girls redraw trend but consider, Ilsalanna is good for my soul ☺️
(This is on my main blog instead of my art blog on purpose! It just feels better here)
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dadfathers · 1 year
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more natsume…
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retroautomaton · 7 months
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✨ Metropolis Cocktail ✨
Here’s the first few pages of my first full-length comic with the crew, to close out the Halloween season! 🎃
pg. 1, 2, & 3
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ohnoitsnoma · 2 months
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this is a fucking travesty and we as a community should be more outraged.
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sea-jello · 2 years
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i can’t be the first person to make this joke
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cherubdulce · 5 months
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hii.. is anybody here ?
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Growing up hurts
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poyopaan · 3 months
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i did some applications today and gotta say? kill me
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compacflt · 11 months
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wip wednesday: going thru my corny arc
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adelaidedrubman · 7 months
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wip wednesday on day one nanowrimo sick and twisted world
i was tagged on this extra Fucked Up wip wednesday by my loves @socially-awkward-skeleton @direwombat and @nightbloodbix! outgoing tags below cut for space efficiency + join the writing tag list here!
actually trying to do nanowrimo for the first time, albeit nontraditionally and jumping between a few projects. (yell at me about which ones if desired.) so here’s an excerpt from a bg3 oneshot on the november agenda: lae’zel and my rogue gnome girlie millie having an emotionally constipated debrief following All Of That at the crèche. no real spoiler warning for this one since they are being vague, but a small warning for idle but insincere suicidal ideation + character cracking joke on said topic 
Millie swung her legs back and forth, dangled off the ledge of the cliff.  She leaned back, palms pressed against rock, looking down at them — at the skin growing more weathered, dry and cracked by the day — rather than down into the chasm. She would wait here stubbornly, she thought, until someone came looking for her. 
If she was lucky, she thought, that would mean she would wait there forever — wait sitting right there for ages there until she grew too weak for her body to hold itself up, and she went limp and plummeted off the cliff in her sleep none the wiser, before she ever had to worry about losing herself to the tadpole.  A soft whisper of wind that never reached to brush her skin told her she was not so lucky.  Attuning her ears to the barely audible rustle of the footsteps told her everything else she needed to know — light, airy and quick, but forceful and sure.  “Lae’zel,” she noted flatly, without lifting her gaze from her own hand pressed against cragged rock. She studied the smattering of sunlight filtering through trees to create blotches of warm bronze against her skin amongst the web of shadows cast by leaves.  She’d spent so long clinging to the shadows — being nothing, nobody, anytime she wanted.  Finding solitude, oblivion in the blink of an eye, as soon the whim to disappear struck her.  Now, here she was — stuck with a camp full of companions her survival necessitated not abandoning, despite her heart crying for space. Including one companion adept enough at tracking her down Millie couldn’t even carve out a five minute illusion of having left them behind.  Hells, she couldn’t have truly held the illusion, anyways. Even with no other soul around, the idle wriggle of the tadpole tickling the depths of her brain would always be there to remind her she wasn’t truly alone.  Millie sighed, the presence of the woman behind her likewise heavily felt despite her lack of audible response.  “If you’re skulking about back there so you can push me off the ledge, make quicker work of it. I’m not that keen on putting up a fight, anyways.”  “Tch,” Lae’zel spat, single syllable stinging with the acidity of disgust. “I would not soil my hands claiming empty victory against an opponent pathetic enough to welcome death,” she replied. “I will turn my sword on you at your surrender should the tadpole overtake you. But only then.” Still not turning around, she droned, “Lae’zel, it’s me — Millie the ghaik.” “Your foolishness is normally tolerable, hardened as it is by your ferocity,” Lae’zel replied, drawn out with a hiss of disdain. “But in the wake of the embarrassment you proved at the Crèche, I find my patience for it thinned.”
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gayhoediaz · 1 year
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wip wednesday
tagged by @wh0re-behavi0r thank you babe 💕
“Hey - hey, Eddie - hold up!” Fuck. Buck’s voice echoes down the hallway, along with the sound of his slides tapping against the floor as he hurries his way down towards the elevators, just as Eddie turns around.
“No, Buck - it’s fine,” Eddie tries again - and it’s true - even if Eddie’s feelings were completely platonic, he genuinely wouldn’t want Buck to chase after him - he should go back inside and finish. Buck could call him back over in an hour, and they’ll still have the rest of the day to hang out. (Which would also give Eddie a chance to take a very cold shower and get his head screwed on straight.)
“Well yeah, but-” Buck somehow manages to get a hand in between the elevator doors, and squeeze his way inside, right before they close.
Which, again - fuck.
Because now Eddie is standing in a small, bright elevator, with a sweaty, breathless Buck - a Buck who is dressed, but not dressed. Clearly, he just threw something on - he’s wearing the slides he uses to take out the trash, and he’s wearing a pair of gray sweatpants, (and Eddie is decidedly not looking at his crotch, but if he did, there’s no way he wouldn’t see a very clear outline of his cock) and…
“Is that my shirt?” Eddie finds himself questioning, as the elevator starts to take them down, tilting his head slightly to the side as he watches the way the thin, black fabric clings to Buck’s sweaty chest. It’s a ridiculous tank top, really - oversized, with giant holes for the arms and neck. It fits Buck a lot tighter than it would fit Eddie, and yet it’s oversized, and Eddie has a distinct feeling that it’s his - he used to wear it to the gym back in the day, mostly when he moved to LA. Then it turned into a laundry day piece. Then he doesn’t know where it went. (It’s not necessarily a surprise that it somehow ended up in Buck’s closet - honestly, at this point Eddie thinks both of their closets are a fifty-fifty mix of things they bought and things they accidentally stole from each other.)
“I think shirt might be generous,” Buck shrugs, looking down at his own chest.
tagging: @eddiediass @usercowboy @eddiediazes @burnthatbridge @messyhairdiaz @henswilsons @homerforsure @eddiesbleps @buckleysibs
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