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inslumber · 17 days
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Hello!
So I feel like i should probably address the Voidbeau account thing since it seems like some of you have been wondering about it.
For those who have no idea and don't care, you may keep scrolling lmaooo.
Anyway!!!
First of all I want to say, sorry if I worried anyone! I genuinely didn't think anyone would notice if I'm being quite honest.
Secondly, it was a spur of the moment action based on something I've been thinking of doing as far back as December.
I've wanted to take a break from the Fandom for a really, REALLY long time.
It's been doing crazy things to my head space. Both good and bad.
First of all, y'all have been great. So super cool and supportive, I can't thank y'all enough!!! ^^
I've been able stay on top of my art better than I have in years and it's so nice. The Fandom has kept me sane while I flounder irl with mental health issues and other fun real world Beau problems.
Problem is, my anxiety- among other things, likes to take a big fat dump on anything i do for myself. So while I was thriving for a while, what was once something that was helping me turned into the thing eating me alive.
I started to feel like I needed to do better and better eveytime, to the point where my own standards were set to unreachable heights. I became obsessed with validation via notes. I started to hate my own work. I felt like I wasn't good enough and I realized like, man this isn't fun anymore...
I got so stuck in this cycle of unhealthy thinking but if I tried to take a break I'd only be able to stay logged out for maybe a day. If even that.
I felt so anxious if I wasn't creating. I was so restless all the time and I felt if I wasn't working on the next project I'd "fall behind" or something silly like that.
It was very strange to say the least.
So finally what happened after months of struggling with it, I just kind of woke up and was like, "fuck it. I'm pulling the plug." And I deleted VoidBeau.
I do kind of regret it.
So many headcannons lost and asks unanswered.
I wish I had saved them somewhere.
Oh well. We can rebuild.
Eventually.
For now, consider me still on break for a while while I beat my demons into submission. And if/when I do come back- which I probably will cause my brain is still being eaten alive by twomp thoughts, I won't be doing it here. This is just some throw away side account to sort of announce that I'm still breathing.
My main is @hereliesbou
I might still upload art from time to time but for now I'll just be focusing on ocs or different Fandoms.
But twomp is still the #1 fandom of my heart.
So for now in terms of twomp...
I am, In Slumber.
See you next time! o/
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soldier-poet-king · 7 months
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It's cold as shit today and rainy and I had to be up extra early for work and TRULY I just want to be in my bed under approximately 700 blankets
I miss summer I miss the sun I miss being warm ALREADY
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absolutely love to be kicked while i'm down ❤️ i especially love how it happens like every single time
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skellydun · 9 months
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why is it when people ask me what i want as a gift i immediately become someone who enjoys nothing at all and has never wanted anything a day in their life.
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ecoharbor · 27 days
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📍Tellaro, Liguria, Italy 🇮🇹
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alibonbonn · 5 months
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A @corviiids tweet that is very important to me 🙏 I'm always thinking about spawn Astarion how he loves the sun
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testoster0ne · 2 months
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derek
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six-tooth · 4 months
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I love a girl who can be both
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klapollo · 2 months
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cashiers should make 50 dollars an hour minimum, get comprehensive PTO + benefits packages, and get expensive top of the line chairs to sit in at the register. im not joking at all.
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Still. Not. Talking.
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thestarofcottonland · 9 months
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Pocket Dogs for Gameboy Advance
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angry-neverland · 10 months
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Sometimes I like to sit and think about the absolute culture shock it must have been for Bruce Wayne to go from the chaos of one Richard "I will put down Tony Zucco with my bare hands" Grayson, to 11 years old Jason who physically embodies this image:
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charlietheepicwriter7 · 3 months
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When Mr. Lancer got promoted to Vice Principal, the school hired a new English teacher, an out-of-towner who wasn't phased by all the ghost stuff. For the first assignment of the year, he asked them to write a paper on any Shakespeare play they'd ever read.
The Monday after the paper was due, Mr. Todd asked Danny to stay after class. Danny frowned; he thought he'd done really well on the paper! He turned it in early and everything!
The teacher waited until everyone had left before asking, "Kid? Is everything okay at home?"
On the desk lay his paper, titled: "Why I Should Totally Kill My Godfather: An Essay About Shakespeare's Hamlet, I Swear".
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useless-polls · 5 days
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allurahomeofbeauty · 3 months
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deadsetobsessions · 4 months
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Danny’s Wayne adoption bait. The guy that owns the bodega knows it. Everyone and their mothers knows it. Danny, on the other hand, had no clue. To be fair, he had just crash landed in this dimension a week ago and his back was still sore from the weird design the car had.
(It’s only three weeks of homelessness later does Danny realize that he crash landed on the Batmobile. Whoops. Oh well. He’ll blame it on Clockwork if the vigilante asks after repair costs.)
(Bruce, on the other hand, is scouring the streets for this kid the car cams caught- oddly static filled footage- because his mind jumped to the worst case scenarios: a suicidal meta or a meta being threatened or a meta in a trafficking scheme or even worse all three at once and Bruce just can’t because there is a child in danger, he doesn’t have time to sleep.)
Danny rubbed at his back, eyes going watery at the memory. Sure, his wounds have healed over by now but the- heh- phantom pain is no joke. He shuddered, huddling closer to his threadbare hoodie. His only saving grace from getting jumped while walking the streets of Gotham at night is his invisibility and intangibility. Also, he’s floating, so “walking” doesn’t apply to him.
He’s gotta check on the kid he saved yesterday from a mugging, so Danny hurried along to the depilated apartment complex the kid was squatting in. Turning visible and tangible as he turns the corner, Danny glanced around for Amy.
“Danny!”
“Hey, kiddo. Doing alright?”
“Yeah! Come meet my gang!”
Danny felt his eyebrows rise to form Jazz’s exasperated look. Ouch. Waving the pain of losing Jazz away, Danny smiled at the excited girl.
“A gang? I wasn’t aware I was being brought to your almighty group.”
“Yeah! Uh, you actually helped a bunch of us so…”
Danny thought back to all those times he punted crooks away from robbing kids and shrugged. Yeah, what Amy said was likely.
“Kay, kiddo.”
She scowled, and Danny didn’t have the heart to tell her it looked more like a pout.
“You’re just a teenager.”
“Well, you’re a just a kid.”
Danny cackled as she chased him down the street, trying to kick his shins.
Life is good, even if he’s homeless and hungry.
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“Jason.”
“Old man.” Jason mocks back, pausing his tasks. He waits as Bruce struggles to put his thoughts and feelings into words.
“There’s… a meta.”
“In Gotham?” Jason tilts back, hands halfway to his guns as a silent offer. Bruce shakes his head.
“A child. In Crime Alley.”
“In my turf?” Jason’s disquieting demeanor quickly swapped to a protective one.
“Trafficking, I think. Male, black hair…”
“Shit. Get Dickwing back here, he’s good with traumatized kids. I’ll go look for him.” Jason’s already moving, mind filtering through the kids he knows might have information to offer.
Bruce nods, shoulders relaxing. Jason smacks down the lump in his throat at the subtle sing of trust. “I’ll get Oracle and Red Robin on it.”
Jason morphs from Jay to Red Hood in one smooth step, helmet firmly placed on his head. He grunts in agreement, slinging his legs over his motorcycle. He roars off, mind half filled with tearing apart whatever traffickers dared to shit near his territory and the other half filled with worry for this possible kid.
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Danny, as the Bats become aware of his existence, hands Amy and her kiddie gang a bag of fancy beef jerky.
“Try these with peanut butter, it’s kind of good.”
Amy stares at him, the judgement of an eight year old more piercing than anything he’s ever experienced.
“You’re fucking weird-”
“Language!” He squawks.
“-but sure, whatever you say, boss.”
“Boss?!”
The kids ignores his alarmed face.
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