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I didn't include ultra despair girls because 1. It's a spin off and i wanted to do only the main games 2. It would win with no doubt jeuabah
Reblog if u vote pretty please and explain the answer if you want!
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I am proud of being a Jew and I would never change myself but it really does get exhausting to exist in online spaces where antisemitic rhetoric is so abundant.
I was joking around with my friend and the subject of Dashcon came up. I remembered that there was some footage from it so I went to go pull it up.
Here’s the first result.
[For anyone unable to read it, the description of the video says “Re-upload due to Jews”]
And it’s just like. I’m not going to let it ruin my night, especially considering how mild this comment is (relative to some of the others I’ve seen or had directed at me) but it’s so fucking frustrating to have this happen. To be suddenly reminded of how people regard me, regard my family, and regard all of my Jewish siblings out there in the world.
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No for real everyone is so dramatic. You can still like it even after it’s over. Also AOT is not something that will be completely forgotten about it’s literally an iconic anime/manga. Itll be like ATLA where it explodes in popularity periodically.
THIS IS E X A C T L Y WHAT I’VE BEEN SAYING!!!! thank you!!!!
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Aaand here's the one and only! Trying something new with the shadows and coloring, still improving quite a bit but hey i like this one! Looks like Chayanne just freshly commited arson
Explanations:
Chayanne gets a lot of cuts and bruises cause he's an active child, and tallulah sometimes helps him with that and puts on pretty bandages :3
Tallulah had a skull with flowers as her friendship necklace and Chayanne has a bone with flowers painted on it! I really enjoy the motof of their friendship being represented by bones+flowers, suits them
Aand of course Chayanne also has a feather in his braid from Phil (lil talisman. The sbi family tree grows and the iconic family symbols get passed down :D)
And the mask is there cause many draw it, that one's a fandom feature i really like
#qsmp eggs#qsmp wilbur#qsmp chayanne#qsmp fanart#tallulah#chayanne#quesadilla smp#qsmp#qsmp philza#artists on tumblr#digital art#lgbt artist#i want people to see this#im currently sick so this is so hard T^T
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I have a request somehow Morpheus observes yn and her dreams and also in the waking world bc he likes her?!? And yn has no clue I mean she has seen him In her dreams but she doesn't believe that it's real and also Morpheus gets jealous when he sees yn hanging out with her guy bestfriends and that's when he confronts and tell her?!?
WC: 2.7k Ao3
Relationship: Morpheus x reader
Notes: oblivious reader, smitten and jealous Morpheus, fluff.
Dear anon, there you go, I am sorry it took me so long, but then I really liked writing this. I hope you enjoy :)
If you liked this story, i have written others.
Oblivious affection
You like your dreams. They allow you a break from real life. Sometimes you forget them, trying and failing to cling to the details as you wake up, but you usually remember them.
In your dreams, you can travel wherever you want to, rewrite the past and make a better decision, or even get creative and become the ruler of the chocolate kingdom. Sometimes, you dream nonsense and shake your head at your weird fantasy. More often than not, you let your imagination run wild. After a long day, you can’t wait for your imagination to find yourself a new way to unwind or to maybe continue a dream.
You let out a yawn, put away your phone and close your eyes.
You find yourself inside a huge, spacious stable, the neighing and the scraping of hooves sounding like music to your ears, while the smell of hay grounds you.
“Which one of you beauties wants to go for a ride?” you ask aloud, passing the spacious stable boxes of the unicorns. Their coats are lovely, gold or silver, white as snow, black as the night, or every color of the rainbow.
Choosing your favorite, you bring the unicorn outside and grip the reins, opting for a ride through a lush forest.
As you gallop over meadows and scream with joy, you see a dark figure at the edge of your field of vision, but you simply shrug, too immersed in the glee of the moment.
Unicorn riding remains one of your favorite dreams.
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“What is your favorite dream?” you ask Max, one of your best friends as you take a seat, balancing the tray with your lunch. You enjoy your lunch breaks with him, and you love that you can talk to him about everything.
“Superpowers or just chilling,” Max answers immediately, and you grin at him.
“Who would have thought, Mister Marvel?” you tease him. Max has always loved comics and has seen every superhero movie there is. The small cinema closest to you sees you both so often, you wonder if you should ask for a discount.
“Well, what do you dream about?” Max counters, taking a bite from his sandwich.
“My dreams are amazing and complex and can’t be reduced to a mere sentence,” you answer grandly, causing Max to roll his eyes at you.
“In my last dream, I rode a unicorn,” you reveal, and Max snickers. You give him a playful punch.
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This dream is quieter, calmer. You’re lying on a cloud, high above the sky. If you tear off a part of you cloud, your fingers become sticky with sugar as you hold a piece of cotton candy. A thought is enough to move the cloud higher or lower.
You just relax, allowing the cloud to float wherever it wants to, or more likely, wherever your subconscious wants to go.
You feel a soft breeze tugging at your hair, the close sun warming you, and you let out a content sigh.
You’re ripped from your thoughts when your cloud suddenly stops moving, as if it has reached some sort of invisible wall or frontier. Far below, you see glades, rivers, cities, and lakes, generic but familiar sights you’ve come to expect of your dreams.
“Huh,” you wonder as you urge the cloud to continue. Who knew that dreams had limits? Again and again, you feel as if you’re hitting against a barrier, and no matter how hard you try, you can’t get through.
A thunder growls far in the distance, and suddenly your cloud is gone, and you scream as you fall and fall and fall.
You also scream when you wake up.
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“Do dreams have limits?” you ask Max, lying down on the soft grass in the park, enjoying your break as you watch the clouds pass by. As much as you dislike it, you’ll steer clear of cloud-dreams for a moment.
“I don’t think so?” Max answers. “I think that dreams are supposed to give us a break from the real world, to give us some introspection. Maybe that limit is something you set for yourself? After all, we usually control our dreams.”
“When did you become so wise?” you ask after a moment, giving him a grateful smile.
“You have much to learn, young padawan,” Max says with an overly serious voice, and you start giggling.
Your alarm goes off, and you get up with a sigh. Your break is over.
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With Max’s advice in mind, you decide to inquire the mysterious barrier. Taking your favorite unicorn, you ride through the forest and over the glades, your curiosity boundless and your body singing with joy. Did your own mind make up a mystery to keep you entertained?
You almost fall out of the saddle when your unicorn abruptly halts, nervously prancing around. It seems like you’ve reached your destination.
After dismounting, you extend your hand, cautiously walking forward, expecting to run into a barrier every moment.
You let out a gasp when you feel resistance underneath your fingers. No matter how hard you push, it doesn’t budge.
“You cannot pass.” You let out a startled scream when you hear an unknown, deep voice and whirl around. As if he’s appeared out of thin hair, a man dressed in black is inside your dream, giving you a curious look. You’ve never seen him before, so you conclude that you’ve made him up. Your mind must have been inspired because he’s very handsome. His black hair is messy and fits his black clothing, from his shirt to his long coat and jeans. His skin looks as if it’s cut from marble, and his eyes are icy blue.
“Are you the guardian?” you ask, deciding to just roll with it and talk to this figment of your imagination.
“In a way.” Your question seems to amuse him, for his lips quirk up for a moment. Maybe you must somehow convince him to let you through? Maybe your subconscious is trying to tell you something?
“I wish you a nice day.” Before you can reply to his cryptic answer, you feel your dreamworld suddenly crumble, and you wake up.
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Your figment of your imagination was right, and it turned out that you had a nice day. Yet you can’t wait to go back to the mysterious border and maybe meet the man again.
It turns out that you don’t even have to go to the border. Your subconscious has decided to send you back to high school, and you really hope that this isn’t that kind of nightmare during which you have an examen and you didn’t study, because that would suck.
Fortunately, it’s not the case, and you simply follow your best friend through various classes, recognizing some faces of your classmates and not even bothering to listen to the gibberish of your teachers. As you talk to the dream-version of your best friend, you decide that a meeting in the real life is long overdue.
As you head to the last class, you see a shadow passing through one of the hallways.
“I’ll be right back,” you say to your best friend, and turn around. You push through the crowd of students, following the blur of black, but he remains fast, and you fear that you won’t catch up.
“Dream, wait!” you order, deciding that this part of your subconscious should listen to you. He actually does, turning around and scowling at you, his glare as dark as his clothing. Oh dear.
“Would you like to go together to the last class?” you ask politely, giving him a charming smile.
He doesn’t respond, he only cocks his head to the side, and you feel exposed under his scrutinizing gaze. Why did your mind make him so intense? Can he reject you? Is this meant to teach you a lesson about rejection?
At last, he nods, and you let out a long exhale before grabbing his hand, pulling him with you. He stiffens and you fear that you may have overstepped, but then he follows, his long strides allowing him to easily keep up with you. His slender fingers are intwined with yours, and it feels surprisingly good.
You enter the classroom and take the last two remaining seats in the front. Your best friend pouts at you, and you shrug.
You take out your notebook, but not to take notes. You rip out a page, and channeling high-school-you, you start to write letters with your neighbor, in this case, the enigmatic man. You’re well aware that you’re technically writing to yourself, but hey, your mind wants you to go all in.
What is your favorite subject? you write and quickly slide it over to him, while pretending to listen to the teacher explaining Shakespeare to you. You watched Shakespeare in love last week; your mind isn’t that slick.
Dream – you call him like that as long as you haven’t come up with a better name – grabs a pen and quickly writes his answer.
Languages, art, and history. I have always been fascinated by humanity’s urge to create and share the products of their mind, to inspire emotions. That is an eloquent answer, and you ponder a while. It’s a nice sentiment, one you didn’t expect to come from your dreams. His handwriting is sharp and neat, and it doesn’t surprise you that he has used a black pen.
What is your favorite color? You quickly glance at his clothing and bite your cheek to hide your grin. That one’s a no-brainer.
Nobody has ever asked me this before. You frown at his weird answer. Is your mind too tired to write black or does it want to you to investigate? You pretend to write down some notes about lyrics while you subtly study Dream. He seems lost in thought, his attention elsewhere.
The bell rings and you startle, enough to wake up. Damnit.
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Dream starts to appear in your dreams more often. You enjoy your time with him when he’s there, and you miss him a little when he’s not.
Oddly enough, you once tried to make him appear to see your fantasy palace from your childhood dreams, only for him to remain absent. You never had problems with conjuring something or even someone up, yet he wouldn’t appear. It upset you, to be honest, and a thunderstorm had brought rain and storm to your little kingdom. That dream had ended in gloom, but it taught you to appreciate Dream’s presence.
Talking to Dream is nice, and you really have to commend your imagination for making up such an agreeable companion. You try not to interpret too much into it. Is he the adult version of an imaginary friend, or even something more?
Sometimes you can’t believe that he’s made up; he feels and acts so real. Sometimes, you wish he was real. He’s someone you could imagine losing your heart to.
You miss snow, so you create a winter wonderland inside your recent dream. Dressed in warm clothing, you admire the world covered in white, taking a deep breath of the crisp air. You could make snow angels, build an igloo, or even start a snowball fight.
Dream’s black attire makes him stand out like a sore thumb, and you walk over to him, enjoying the crunching snow under your boots. While it is a dream, he still only wears his trademark coat, and you shiver when you see him. That’s a problem you can fix.
You approach him and before you can chicken out, you wrap a blue scarf around his neck, draping it over his shoulders. Dream remains perfectly still, not leaving you out of his sight.
“There you go. I hope you feel better now,” you grin at him, and to your surprise, Dream gives you a small smile.
“I can’t remember the last time someone has given me a gift,” Dream muses, and you roll on the balls of your feet, unsure what to do or say. His hand glides over the soft fabric, and you feel relieved that he’s seems to like it.
“Well, I think it’s time then,” you say earnestly before the silence becomes awkward.
“Thank you.” Dream reaches forward with a hand and gently drags his knuckles over your cheek. The cold surrounding you makes the heat rising in your cheeks even more scorching, and your heart beats faster than a drum.
“You’re very welcome.”
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You love hanging out with Max, and you can talk with him about everything, yet you hesitate to tell him about Dream. You don’t even know how to start. Hey, remember our conversation about dreams? It turns out that I have a man constantly appearing in my dreams, and he is truly dreamy. No freaking way.
So instead, you walk through the park, your arms linked, listening to him ramble about the latest show he watched.
In your dreams, you’ve become quite good at spotting Dream. Sometimes he seems to prefer to observe you before engaging you, and while it is a little bit weird, you didn’t think too much of it.
It is almost a reflex to recognize the man dressed in dark clothing, leaning against a tree, a thunderous expression on his face.
Your shoulders sag as you realize that you haven’t made up Dream after all, that he’s just a person who enjoys the park. Disappointment tastes bitter on your tongue, and you don’t want to imagine the consequences this has for your dreams.
It only gets weirder when the man approaches you, and his graceful movements resemble Dream’s so much, it makes your heart ache.
“Do you know this man?” Alex leans closer and whispers into your ear, and you sigh.
“It is complicated.” You do and you don’t know him.
“I would like to have a moment alone with you,” the man addresses you, his voice sounding just like Dream’s, but more formal and almost chilly.
Giving Max a thumps-up, you follow the man to a secluded area near an empty bench.
“Are you courting him?” the man asks, his voice sharp and his glare sharper, and you gasp at the audacity. Who does he think he is?
“No!” you snap at him, glaring at the man who wears Dream’s face. “He’s my best friend.” Your answer seems to put the man at ease, and some of the tension leaves his body.
“I don’t think we’ve met,” you state coldly, crossing your arms as you continue to stare him down. Unfortunately, he looks just as good in the real life as he does in your dreams.
“We’ve met in your dreams.” The man seems confused, his eyebrows furrowed for a moment, but there is no doubt inside his voice.
“That’s impossible,” you reply, biting your lip. You’re not about to confess to a rude stranger that he looks like the companion inside your dreams, the man who has enchanted your nights.
The man gives you such a tender look that it roots you to your spot, your heart skipping a beat. He crosses the distance between you and him and his knuckles glide over your cheek, just like in the dream.
“This can’t be,” you whisper, your mind and heart screeching with confusion and hope. How can this man be real and in your dreams?
“Do you remember when you asked me my favorite color?” the man – Dream – asks, and you can only nod, unable to speak or form coherent thoughts. What is going on?
“My favorite color is the color of your eyes.” Your heart swells at his declaration, and you let out a delighted giggle. You have forgotten your surroundings, drowning in Dream’s blue eyes and his soft touch.
“That was cute and cheesy,” you tease, and boldly repay his favor, brushing your knuckles over his sharp cheekbones. He leans into the touch.
“In your next dream, I will explain,” Dream vows. You can’t wait.
#the sandman#the sandman x reader#morpheus x reader#dream of the endless x reader#dream of the endless#my writing#my sandman fics#please be in the tags#i want people to see this
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i wish more people would use a custom tumblr theme rather than having the basic one. it’s something that has been phased out for some unknown reason and it makes me sad.
there are so many custom themes and there are so many people who learnt html etc to make their blogs look good and now it’s just… so rare. its also much more accessible to go through a blog if someone has enabled a custom theme and it actually looks like a website. this is mine. if you’re on mobile, open it in your browser & click ‘request desktop site’ or whatever it is called on your browser of choice.
if you go to [blogname].tumblr.com and it redirects you to tumblr.com/[blogname] you dont have it set up. spend a few hours using a laptop or computer and set up a theme. play around with stuff. personalise your blog.
the top link on this tumblr article is what i mean. they also link to the theme garden in this article about customising your blog. just. have more fun with stuff! learn a skill!
we rage against the twitter-ification of tumblr and don’t consider that this is another thing that made the platform more unique & is being lost. make yourself a space on the internet, carve out your style into your tumblr blog. thats what blogs are for!! make it fit your personality, your tastes.
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Not many people will probably see this (this sentence sounds strange but bare with me) but I wanted to share my results of the AST (autism spectrum test). The ones I got last year and the ones I did just now :)
So these are the results that I got in August of last year! For some context I am diagnosed with autism. I got diagnosed about three years ago, now that I write it down it feels like time is bending haha. Before I got diagnosed I did a lot of research (as one does) and one of the things I did was take this test.
I don't remember if I took any sort of screenshot of the results but if I did they are now lost.
I do know that basically all of the colors (sorry I don't know how else to put it) were way high up. I was not having a good time as a person and being alive felt like a burden. I got through it though and even though life is still hard I am so so happy.
This is not what this is about though.
These are the results that I got when I took the test some hour ago give or take:
As you can see some of the results have gone way up and some have gone way down!
The main point that I wanted to make is that we change! Symptoms fluctuate and that is more than ok. Like I said, I am feeling so much better, like an actual fuking person, would you believe that? And if that means that my anxiety has gone up well then fuck it! Let it be up!!!
We as people develop, sometimes we feel good sometimes we do not. Our symptoms fluctuate, they change overtime and that doesn't make you any less neurodivergent or any less valid.
It makes you human.
Change is scary, like a whole fuking lot. But we have to learn (mostly me lol (I have to learn)) that it can be good. Even if sometimes the statistics don't add up.
Let yourself be human
Here is the actual test for anybody wondering!!
#autism#neurodivergent#neurodivergence#neurodiversity#autistic#actually autistic#autism test#feel free to add as many tags as tou can think of!#i want people to see this#it is late so pardon any spelling errors
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I saw this
I HAD to draw it
(How do u draw a chainsaw lmao)
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“Remember That I Loved You”
Kel had to learn the concept of death at a very early age. As much as didn’t like the thought of dying, he was quick to accept it. However, there was something he didn’t want to accept.
Why did he have to leave the people he cared about the most so suddenly? He couldn’t do that. Instead, he’d do what his grandma did!
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(To, Sunny)
A fic I’ve been doing as a silly thing <3 It’s only like. 5 chapters rn but the 6th is in the making and I want more attention drawn to it...
ALSOPLEASELETMEKNOWIFYOUENJOYITANDYOURTHOUGHTSOKAYTHANKYOU
Anyways <3<3 I might be posting about this some and who knows? Maybe I might make art for it if it gets to like 100 kudos or something.
Also yeah it’s with gay people. It’ll develop more later though!!! Kel’s only a teensy tiny kid rn sooooo
Hehe
PLEASE GIVE THIS ATTENTION I AM DESPERATE FOR PEOPLE TO SEE MY STUFF </3
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my boyfriend is a colorblind artist and my hair is light caramel brown but to him it looks red and i've actually always wished i had red hair because my grandma and aunts were redheads and i think that's the prettiest color and he knows my hair isn't actually red but i never correct him and he drew me with red hair and was kinda nervous about getting the colors wrong but i think it's perfect and i am so filled with love and touched that he literally sees me as my most beautiful ideal self 🩷
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This person is WILD
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Alright, After 3 years of watching idly by as DSMP fans created silly little fanart as well as gorgeous big fanarts, and now also QSMP fans doing the same thing ive decided "ENOUGH LURKING!" so, yeah, have my fanart of Tallulah!
Never done this, and although ive periodically joined tumblr and lurked around for YEARS, right now i cant remember any proper tumblr etiquette so excuse me for that
Edit: SOMEONE REBLOGGED IT AND THAT'S MY FIRST REBLOG AND I HAD TO JUST BE HAPPY ABT IT HERE
And also i realized i can EXPLAIN stuff i drew so maybe I'll do that!
The necklace: meant to be a matching piece with Chayanne (which, his art is coming soon as well) Tallulahs necklace is of pearls, then in the middle its two sharp teeth that surround the skull of a small creature that Chayanne gifted to her. The skull has a painted flower on it and some real flowers tied/glued to it (Tallulah switches them out periodically) and it symbolizes their friendship :D
She also has a black crow feather in her braid from Phil to basically also have something from her grandpa ^^ (also in the little nook of my mind i secretly think that it's a symbol to tell any crows on the qsmp that she's a friend and must be protected)
And a Wilbur pin! Because i saw someone draw that and i just think it's cute ^^
That's all!
#tallulah fanart#quesadilla smp#qsmp tallulah#art on tumblr#digital art#qsmp#artists on tumblr#lgbt artist#discover me somehow pls#i want people to see this
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homestuck meteor but its actually just a really big empty walmart or costco could you imagine like i had a dream about this once that i was in samsclub and everyone was making product forts like in 3008 roblox game anyway i want to see these kids building toilet paper castles and falling asleep behind vaccum cleaner boxes
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i just made a corn sandwich
its not what you think
its just leftover corn that had been cooked in a pan, in between two slices of Trader Joe's Brand : "Indian Flatbread", plus some of that weird red sauce that is always in the fridge but never used
i have yet to try it
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made this a little while ago after the ending of the US leg of the tour, just felt like posting it here since it completely failed on the clock app
#also yeah that's my tik tok user I'm too lazy to go and change it#also i was gonna post my other longer sad one but it's timing is off and i deleted the photos so i can't fix it-#gerard way#ray toro#mikey way#frank iero#mcr#my chemical romance#mcr edit#gerard way edit#frank iero edit#ray toro edit#mikey way edit#idk#i want people to see this#I'm desperate
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