Be not afraid!
So a week ago, I sprained my ankle and couldn't walk for 3 days. I'm used to hiking at least an hour a day with my huskies so not being able to walk at all was driving me crazy. And in my jittery sedimentary state, I kept getting visions of this blursed being: a biblically accurate axolotl. There was nothing I could do but draw it. I'm all better now and able to walk again, now back to making less cursed art (maybe)
A place to call home :(( this is honestly just background practice lmao
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Fandom: UnderTale - Player:[VOIDTALE]
TW: Spiraling Mental Health, mentions of dissociating (not DID)
POV: Void!Sans or Player:[VOIDTALE] Sans
He couldn’t take it anymore. Days blurred together in his dissociated state of mind. It was monotonous.
Objectively, he knew there were other timelines but he could not recall seeing them with his own eyes. Perhaps he had some long time ago.
What even was time in the context of so many RESETs?
If he had, he’d long forgotten it in the face of so many genocides.
He could hear the familiar call of his brother from outside of his bedroom door. He was tired. Stars above, he was so fucking tired.
What was the point in anything if this was what it led to?
He used to believe the anomaly would grow bored of the same thing everytime. How wrong he was.
Now he questioned if the anomaly even had a higher level of conscious, was the anomaly an entity capable of thought? Or was the anomaly an ‘it’, like a parasite, something that needed violence like a fish needed water, a human needed air? Could the anomaly get bored?
Was Frisk, the child, conscious of the actions the anomaly made? Could Frisk fight the control? If Frisk could, did Frisk care to? Did the kid let this happen, give in willingly?
Loud knocking disrupted his chaotic thoughts. He let out a groan of a response so his brother knew he was up and did not need to be dragged out of bed.
He let himself fall into that hazy, dissociative state of mind once more, going about this day the same way he had for every RESET before.
It took him a bit to notice through his hazy mind.
…
The kid was late…
Next Chapter: [2] -WIP-
More from my au: Player:[VOIDTALE]
Reblogging cause it was on my feed
I had to scroll down far to get characters other than Dazai or Chuuya (and besides the one L pic) lmao
It took a bit of scrolling but I found characters that weren't Dazai and Chuuya (mostly Dazai)
And three of the four are fucking maniacal and crazy murderers lmao
Tagging: @tomatosoupizzie @echolikesgarlic @swixtern @opulent-valkyrie
I saw this on Instagram and had to try... Don't know who started it, I'm sorry!
Type "literally my characters" on Pinterest and add 6 photos
Honestly... It's really accurate!
Tagging (no pressure): @bubbles-for-all-of-us @fieldofdaisiies @moonlightazriel @thelov3lybookworm @kennedy-brooke
trying to love but told i'm too much
dottore x reader
Being in a relationship with the doctor was always so hard. You thought, at one point, that it would be as simple as breathing. And it was... at first.
Too fast it turned into a chore in Dottore's point of view. Loving you, that is.
All too often you would find yourself in the presence of one of his clones. He would try to pass the clone as himself, but you would always be able to tell.
You were being too much. Too clingy. Too doting. Too nagging. Too needy. Words as such as those always seemed to leave the doctor's mouth.
So when he left for Sumeru, you finally had some time to think by yourself.
And when his clones started to disappear, right then and there you decided to leave.
If he would try to find you one day, you weren't sure, but being on your own definitely beats being called too much just because you love him.