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OKAY I MADE IT SO THE COLOURS ARE MORE VISIBLE
Past kurtis moment‼️ I still don’t know what to put here on my art posts 😔 (abhlóir means fool or jester 😼)
I will probably change his design or colours later (HIS BANDAGE IS PAINFULLY BLUE SHJYSG’HWHBJW) /silly
Past kurtis moment‼️ I still don’t know what to put here on my art posts 😔 (abhlóir means fool or jester 😼)
I will probably change his design or colours later (HIS BANDAGE IS PAINFULLY BLUE SHJYSG’HWHBJW) /silly
“Revenge of the Lamb”
⬇️ Non-monochrome version under the cut ⬇️
A lil piece I made, snuck some oc lore in there as well mwhehheh
I can’t decide whether I like the monochrome version or the colour version more so I posted both :D
Kai-Lin! A marking of me coming back to tumblr to showcase my art! I haven’t been doing digital so this is the best thing I’ve got for now :)
Bit of OC lore dump :3
Jr and Monii units...
Love when you can see the improvements in your art :D!!
(Edit: the version without the brown frame thingy looks better)
Now you know what year they are in 🥳!!
PROJECT VENDETTA
Genre: Psychological Horror, Action, Thriller
The plot follows the 19-year-old Vance Shepherd as he and his father grieve his mother's sudden death. He intends to kill the culprit behind her demise and bring his family justice. Things aren't easy at all. Vance has to go through the growing up pain that is starting college, he now has a plate of difficult teachers to deal with (Michael Ramirez) and a new obstacle in the way - Deliah. She and her nihilistic persona cause problems for Vance. Shepherd and his father are very distant. That is mainly due to his depression and his workaholism. Vance has to deal with his father's behavior and his workplace - NewDay Inc that causes it. The illustrious CEO Jerry Harlington isn't just some typical boss, he's a cynical sadist and maniac creating a toxic work environment and wanting his corporation to prosper. Harlington did try to financially manipulate Vance. He wanted to make a deal with Shepherd that was keeping his mouth shut about what goes on behind closed doors and getting funding for his band - Raging Thorns. Vance now stood before a moral decision. Vance lives in the fictional town of Ashford in Minnesota, USA. The local church and orphanage (House of Rosette) have the biggest authority in town. Father Kassad is the head and director of the place. He not only is a priest, but a cult leader. He has a twisted vision of Christianity, in which the False God is the lord and savior. He claims to be "the messiah" and wants to spread the message through the world, first starting with controlling and brainwashing Ashford. He is the main villain of the story that Vance has to face. Shepherd has intel on him with the help of the local librarian and past orphan - Kaleb.
The Williamkisser Institute is asking: what is your favourite soup🤔 bonus points if the person asked names their oc’s/favourite character favourite soup…….
A... ABC soup like the child I am.
UrmmI I only have like two named oc's so we'd be taking about them 😞
So bbasically for a little backgrpund Raine is like a wandering warlock going around to 💀 other deities bcuz the other deities have wronged her patron deity. Malory is some kid who got amnesia after a freak boat accident and gets possessed by a demon! (They interact.)
Raine basically hunts for her own food, since she's out and about... And tavern meals are a *delicacy* I feel like she doesn't have **one** favourite soup 😞 because you gotta eat everything you can (the orphanage slop does not count) but I feel like she would enjoy rabbit stew the most!
(stew... Soup????)
Next up is Mallory. So basically she was a daughter of a duke all the shabang. And I'm sorry she's British. Hinted to be. Her designs and what not. She would be a brit if she was real. Fancy brit soups where you just blend the ingredients together huhhhhshshsh. It's either leek and potato soup or Cullen skink
OC Yap-fest
I said that is yap and store info about my ocs and now is the time. Bear with me
So like basically a majority of my ocs are aroace (teehee projection core) but like I did have one couple. For a long while too. And they’re both women (WLW FOR THE WINNNN) but like I also like suffering so it’s one sided 🥲.
So basically it’s between these two mythical monsters. One a huli jing 狐狸精 (Chinese fox spirit basically) and like a naga. They are nameless so I’ll just call them by their… species. So basically fox spirit meanders around a forest, finds naga and taught her civility. Naga falls into love at first sight with fox spirit because she was like “ooo pretty fox lady” but fox spirit, ever the dumbo doesn’t realise that.
So they were like besties for a while when fox spirit was like “I got the hots for this emperor lemme disguise myself as a human woman and become his queen” and Naga was like “Ok girl do yo thinggg” but deep down she wishes she was the emperor.
Naga doesn’t interfere with the relationship (wowza) but she is jealous of the emperor but she doesn’t show it.
Until one fateful day…
Fox spirit and emperor lead a healthy relationship, however she let her guard down. Revealing her true nature whilst alone. But she isn’t as alone as she thought she was. Emperor was there and was like “EEK A MONSTER, KILL HER”. And then she dies.
Naga finds out and curses the kingdom and sinks into a deep depression, not before hiding in a cave deep in the woods. And she copes by dressing up as the fox spirit. But whenever she looks into any reflective surface she is reminded that her beloved is forever gone. Her face is too sharp and fierce whilst the fox spirit’s face is rounder, softer, and kinda hates herself like that.
But then fox spirit reincarnates into like the universes main character and she goes and fights Naga.
The end
And the question is…
İ just remember my Bloody Bunny OC! the hand is his brother's hand. Pretty much basic BB lore :D.
Fic/ Lore idea
Scene: Tokyo Jujutsu High – Late Afternoon, Courtyard
The courtyard glowed with soft amber light as the sun began its descent. Yuji, Megumi, and Nobara waited near the training grounds, the buzz of a rumored transfer student lingering in the air.
“Think she’s weird?” Yuji asked, chewing a protein bar.
“She’s a sorcerer,” Nobara said. “We’re all weird.”
Megumi simply narrowed his eyes toward the school gates.
And then—
“Hellooooo~!”
A flash of color burst into view.
Striding through the gates was a tall, striking girl with multicolored hair—bright streaks of pink, green, and blueflowing from thick white roots, the strands catching light like candy wrappers in the wind. Her uniform was stylishly tweaked: loose at the sleeves, cinched at the waist, with shimmering safety pins and patches. Piercings glittered on both ears, and a tiny gem sparkled below one eye, accenting her vibrant, swirling irises—like galaxies trapped in her stare, constantly shifting hue with her mood.
Today, they shimmered in warm tones of gold and coral.
She waved enthusiastically, practically skipping up the path. “I’m Yume Miran! First-year, spiritual support, unofficial snack queen, and now your new favorite person!”
Yuji’s jaw slightly dropped. “...Whoa.”
Nobara perked up, grinning. “Oh, I like her.”
Yume offered a radiant smile and held out a bag of pastel-colored dango. “Bribery is the sincerest form of friendship. Want one?”
Yuji took one immediately. “You're cool.”
Nobara took two. “You’re great.”
Yume giggled, twirling a strand of her cotton-candy hair around a finger. “You must be Nobara! You’re so much prettier in person—I’ve totally been stalking your mission logs. Let’s be besties, mmkay?”
Nobara beamed. “Duh. Finally someone with taste.”
Megumi, however, said nothing. His eyes were locked on Yume—quietly scanning her posture, her cursed energy, her too-perfect smile.
She turned to him with a warm, slow grin.
“And you must be the moody one. That’s okay. I’m really good at winning over emotionally constipated guys.”
Yuji laughed. “She’s not wrong.”
Megumi frowned. “You don’t feel like a first-year.”
Yume blinked, feigning surprise. Her eyes shifted color—cooler now, with hints of lavender. “Wow, spooky insight. Are you psychic?”
“I’m cautious,” he muttered.
She winked. “Good. You’ll need to be.”
Inside Her Mind…
They’re eating it up, Yamika murmured smugly from beneath the mask. Ayumu’s voice stirred faintly. Don’t hurt them. Hurt them? Yamika chuckled. Please. I like them. Especially the boy.
Her eyes flicked toward Yuji again.
He’s…interesting.
Scene: Tokyo Jujutsu High – Evening, Rooftop
The sun had dipped beyond the horizon, casting long shadows over the courtyard. Down below, laughter echoed—Nobara teasing Yuji, Megumi walking ahead, ever suspicious.
But above, on the rooftop, the air was different. Heavy.
Ayumu stood still, breathing slowly, her hands gripping the edge of the railing. The last remnants of her illusion faded—hair losing its candy-streaked color, piercings vanishing, makeup dissolving like dust. The youthful glow of Yume Miran melted away.
Only Akatsuki Kiko Ayumu remained—poised, powerful, and coldly beautiful. Her crimson eyes burned with silent thought.
Footsteps.
“Didn’t expect you to drop the mask this early,” Gojo’s voice drifted in, casual as ever. “Something wrong, Ayumu?”
She turned slowly, jaw tense.
“…Yuji.”
Gojo raised a brow. “What about him?”
Ayumu’s voice was quieter than usual. “He’s Sukuna’s vessel.”
Gojo's smile faded just slightly. “Ah. So… she told you.”
Ayumu nodded once. “Yamika recognized his cursed signature. She didn’t tell me right away. Not until she got too close.” Her expression darkened. “She said it was familiar. Like home.”
Gojo leaned against the railing beside her, the mood settling into a rare quiet. “I didn’t tell you because I wanted you both to meet him first. As Yuji. Not as Sukuna’s cage.”
Ayumu’s fists clenched. “You trusted her to hold back?”
“I trust you to hold her back.”
She looked away, voice almost a whisper. “She likes him.”
That made Gojo pause.
“…Yamika?”
“No,” she said after a moment. “Yume. Her. Me. All of us. I don’t know.” She pressed a hand to her chest. “It’s strange. When she’s around him, she doesn’t feel violent. She feels… drawn.”
Gojo watched her carefully.
“Is that dangerous?” she asked.
He smiled faintly. “Everything about you two is dangerous.”
A silence passed between them. Then Ayumu glanced toward the courtyard below, watching Yuji’s bright laugh echo under the night sky.
“Do you think… she’d hurt him?”
Gojo shrugged. “Depends. Would you?”
Ayumu didn’t answer.
Scene: Rooftop – Minutes After Sunset
The air had gone still. The tension from moments before lingered like smoke in Ayumu’s lungs.
Gojo stood beside her, unusually quiet. No teasing. No grin. Just him—watchful, waiting.
Ayumu’s fingers twitched slightly at her side. She could already feel Yamika stirring again, impatient to return to the “stage.”
“She’s coming back,” Ayumu murmured. “I can feel her pressing forward. I won’t be myself much longer.”
Gojo looked over, his face unreadable behind his blindfold, but his stance shifted—just slightly—closer to her.
“I don’t know when I’ll get another moment like this,” Ayumu said, her voice trembling despite herself.
He didn’t say anything.
So she turned to him.
Looked him straight in the face. Her voice cracked.
“I love you.”
A beat.
Gojo blinked. His usual mask cracked—just a fraction—but enough. His smile softened, more real than it had been all day. “Took you long enough to say it out loud.”
Her breath hitched in her throat.
“You knew?” she whispered.
“I’m the strongest,” he said softly. “But I’ve always been weak to you.”
She stepped forward, rested her forehead gently against his chest. “Please don’t forget me… if she wins.”
Gojo’s arms wrapped around her without hesitation. “She won’t. Not as long as I know who I’m fighting to protect.”
Then—
A flicker.
Ayumu's body jerked slightly.
The color in her eyes rippled. Pink streaks reformed in her white hair. Piercings shimmered back into place.
A smile tugged at her lips.
“Ugh, finally. I was getting bored,” Yamika’s voice purred out of the same mouth, eyes now radiant and shifting like oil in sunlight.
Gojo didn’t let go.
Yamika smirked lazily up at him. “Aww. Did I interrupt a moment?”
He just smiled. “Nope. You're just in time, Yume-chan.”
Spider Web Lies Of A Thousand Mirror Eyes
Winding corridors of dust covered shelves, missing the little hatchling who wandered the halls. Wispy smoke reaches out, a frail finger tipping a half finished book into waiting hands. The ink has long dried, but the memories have not, so they take up a brush. Swirling the fine bristles into the ink, staining the pages with shadow and tar. Another name, another chapter, one more world to add to the archives. They set the brush down, dabbing away the ink with a damp cloth as they gather stardust into their arms, weaving it into the image of a spider's web. Engraving it into the leather covers with sunglow pins, the name shimmers in the faint light of the lanterns. A moment of hesitation before they turn, the doors silently closing behind them. Distant, ephemeral stories await their arrival, and a vast archive trapped in time can always wait just a little bit longer.
OC-VISION'S ROUND 3?
(this is NOT working I might have to call it off early :(
If ur new welcome to OC-VISION ROUND 3 if u ain't u know what this is :D
And no one won first round sooo they're in this round!
WELCOME TO ROUND 2 OF OC-VISION!!
WELCOME TO THE OC-VISION! I'm you're host, Yapps(or Skunk idm) and this is our first round of OC-Vision! Allow me to explain
Oc-Vision is my version of Eurovision (except it's not political and rigged) where many oc's from different points of my oc world 'compete' (basically I give a background to each and u vote on which one sounds the more interesting. This will end the week's after next Sunday where we hold a Grand Final Oc-Vision and the winning oc gets free art from me ^ ^)
How it works
• OC Vote
• Winning oc goes through into the next round along w/ other two ocs, cycle continues until the Grand-Finals (Semi-Finals 1 and 2 will be hosted on the week after next week's Friday and Saturday) where there will be a mega-vote. The winning oc will be shown to the world! If there is an oc in which I have explained lore previously, their lore will not be explained in the vote
And here's our first two contestants!
TRAVIS and MONTY
(I've already explained Travis' lore kinda when I made that game-idea-post so here's Monty :D)
Monty is one of those filler-ocs when you want to shift your focus to a different point rather then focusing entirely on one section. He's from Australia and is FTM. Also pan :>
Monty used to have a wife(Margret) but she kinda got killed (oof r.i.p margret 18/05/25-19/05/25). Also has some mid injuries from the same thing that oofed said wife and frequent nightmares+flashbacks bc trauma
As well as a part of the main group, Monty also has two other main friends, JJ and Jackx
To find Travis' background scroll until you find my idea for a game on my profile ^ ^
Olivia won (sorry Damelton) so uh here's lore so far is fairly lengthy so uh yeah here's the lore the one person that voted
Olivia showed up in a dream along with Dalmeton(Who was originally called Captain Mean and was alot more sarcastic-villianous then I watered him down to be) in a sort of edit-like style (those edits where in the caption there's #NAME and the most diabolical thing one could ever say about the character)
So uh backdrop incoming
Olivia grew up on an island w/ no known biological parents and was always told about "White Souls" (some mountains) and about how there's a pirate that haunts them. Olivia called bs and set off on a expedition to find another island for her island to live on, also to prove her call on bs
She gets to the mountains, goes around shouting "Oi pirate dude I'm in ya mountains come n get me or somet"
Nothing happens so she gets back on the ship, 20 mins later, she finds that exact pirate(part siren to top it off) sleeping in her cabin and she like "oh it wasn't bs. damn"
Ok Scraggles won the vote explanation here⬇️
Scraggles was one of those ocs where you never intended to make them and if it weren't for that one thing they would've never existed
Scraggles came into existence when I was at this Pride Club thing w/ some of my friends and some other people and each person spun a wheel and someone got something and the thingy was "Draw a cat in 15 seconds" and like, 3 other people(including me) wanted to try, I named the cats, there was Sherbet, Scraggles(mine), Catsune Miku, Noodles and two others which I can't remember the names of.
So uh that's Scraggles for ya
Guess what, I'm stupid & the reasons below
I could have just printed out a new probe attachment for my qifi x max 3 & it would have stopped hitting the bed during calibration.
Or at least in theory.
Also, I haven't touched my cad design in a very long time & I don't plan to. I haven't felt stable & or safe in my housing situation & have been dealing with a lot of issues regarding my housing.
On top of, in general, not knowing if getting into anything with my 3d printing would end up making me even sadder thanks to becoming homeless & no longer being able to do anything with it, & or even moving such that now, I no longer have a way to work on my l28 engine.
It has caused me to stop working on everything, while I end up dealing with this. its been months. I hate it.
Oh right, yeah so onshape, please let me know, but onshape doesn't seem to have just a sculpting tool that allows me to take a block & slowly shave & drill it into the shape I want. I literally have no idea how to stop getting these random sides & edges that become pointy & I can no longer remove them.
I see a lot of great cad on it, truthfully. But! I have no idea what I'm doing & for me it makes sense to just add a thing then trim it to shape using basics like my fingers. this curve equals roughly this, eyeballed. I never use math & I don't care about it. I spent an inordinate amount of effort & time learning how to never need it to just know things for multiple fluid frictional field changes & snaps of magnetic filaments that then release & change flow rate, align molecules to flow differently, how they vibrate to relay information to & from each other to force a lower resistive state to increase total mass in a given spatial-temporal moving quantized point of space-time, how & why they vortex & spin, collapse various interference waves & decay vibrate off into spirals looking like standard radiation particles.
Basics, you know the foundations of things.
Which means, it needs to roughly, at these speeds & constantly of these gaseous parameters through these averages of these specific momenta values, that are your maths base energy values at non-moving vector tensor 3d geometric window values, which equate to these directional back & forth resonant harmonic information relay slope angle lower resistant back & forth movement changes towards a given information & mechanical large macro based particles stuck together change that alters towards a given point of entropy to make it become more equal relative to the materials substrate energy value (less molecules, not more) pressure movement contained in these specific temporal-spatial regions of space-time moving among these vector angles to then orbit around mass, to next mass, to next mass, to final total directional point from opposite to which it started. Which is Newtonian...
Anyways....
It just means I want to sculpt the block by using the basics of something like in city skylines, because it been around forever!!! & whatever these words are, annoy me. Boolean apparently doesn't mean what I thought it meant, but that was probably someone else's cad, I dunno.
It's not raise up in this spray paint can area, or this square, or lower, or this diagonal cutter slice here area, or shave down & sand paper like this, or smooth like that, its not round like this particular angle straight through the entire block & make sure its edge is like this, with this previously made shape specific to shape this like this....Its a bunch of whatever & I dunnos.
Which immediately makes me not want to do it, because I end up focusing on things that I can't get because I know the angle & shape but the stupid program doesn't let me do that & says!!!! "nope, because I can't, not that you can't, its because I can't" Which this limitation is stupid & I dislike it. Its honestly a great program, onshape, seriously it is. I'm really well & truly aware I'm shit at it & I have never done any schooling for it, I barely finished the one youtube video & decided to get to my last post about the damn thing I was making.
If there is a better point & build up & push down, cut, shave, smooth, etc tool set I would love it because, screw numbers & edges, vertices, & more. that stuff sucks & doesn't matter when making a thing. Its why we use clay still on many, MANY, different designs before we just scan it in & say, "we cad designed it" after slicing it to be cut in a CNC & or formed in a cast, to milled, to printed & so on.
People prefer being able to do that, as much as I sound like an old fuddy duddy, because its sooo much faster to design these things that trying to come up with this edge change with different magnitudes & all that, that don't blend faces & edges, & leave this terrible little shitwad of a fucking (im going to kill you!!!! I'M GOING TO MURDER THIS STUPID FUCKING EDGE FACE!!!!!) pointy part that wont blend into the 2 different faces & edges that meet at this exact point that means the program hates everything you do to it.
Let alone, its amazing to me people manage to make huge scale cads without scanning, its awesome!! I just have fucking no clue how, I love the different materials & the simulations that can happen in it. All of it is really cool. But, because my brain works this way, I fucking get stuck on 3-8 hours of design that barely gets anywhere, then I get sad because then....
OH FUCKING RIGHT!!!! I could be homeless, not even have the 3d printer, be needing to figure out if the people running my housing want to kick me out for another thing, will I have enough filament, I know I can't afford more later, most likely...Let alone have access to the thing, if I end up homeless, because that is actually better than being with my abusive parents. Literally, its better to do that!!!! Fucking!!! *throws hands up in the air & groans*
The pattern remains consistent, parents lead to me having episode, leads to inpatient, leads to next homeless, leads to nothing good. I try to get job, leads to problems mentally (maybe with a great group of people to help, i dunno, but not holding that breath) & or problems parents because becoming independent & boom, homeless.
They were, apparently, able to illegally talk to my clinic & have them specify I'm not doing enough (see that other long life update post) to survive, they can't get me. I've had 13-15 different (i literally can't remember them all, its so many) case managers, from they had group therapy to enough people got laid off (their words) that no more group therapy, 4-5 therapists (several saying I'm too smart for therapy) over the phone 2 or 3 leaving their company after only 2 or 3 visits over the phone with me, one psychiatrist that wanted to yell & scream at me saying I just wanted stimulants (my adhd meds we were trying to find the right one(s) to take) after saying that non-stimulants have given my psychosis & behavioral issues (hooray for a-typical paradoxical responses, not me having to explain to another doctor yet again that im not trying to lie & I've been diagnosed since I was kid I am ADHD) BUT WAIT! Anti-psychotics, get...*snickers*..*smiles*...get this, so they make me more psychotic & I learned to just not tell doctors because they don't accept it. Like when I was a kid, taking the non-stimulants. Because, "ITS NOT IN THE LITERATURES!!!! ITS NEVER BEEN A PROBLEM WITH ANY OF MY OTHER!!! PATIENTS!!! SO YOU MUST BE LYING!!!"
That'll make sure you don't tell them anything other than its not doing something & you want off of it. I love how many studies don't include a-typical paradoxical responses to medications from people who are also diagnosed treatment resistant, together with fast metabolizer which means you have to take more just to get something & often become more tolerant to them quicker too, together with higher rates of side effects.
Love it...*smiles* they are garbage people, honestly. They think you can't be the person who is the rare one, so you must be lying, because others! Not the medical history, then constant history of mistreatment & being told you are lying by them to make sure you don't trust them (not the science, though) at all because they are shitty paranoid people in power who group up whenever one of them makes a mistake like shitty bad apple police.
Anyways, the psychiatrist (lisa green) wanted to prescribe me spravto (s-ketamine) to me & have me take it at my apartment. I asked her, because I was pretty sure I heard at one point this was the case, "Don't you have to take that at a hospital or something?". She says, no you can apparently take it at home, I go, "no way, wow. that's actually pretty interesting... I didn't know that." Because she's the doctor. How the FUCK!!!!! *REPEATEDLY TAPS ONE HAND INTO THE PALM OF THE OTHER* am I supposed to know?!!!!
Retards saying you know, lying out their ass you aren't supposed to trust your doctor.
fucking stupid.
So, as I'm struggling to find even a single pharmacy that will fill it, end up calling a specialty pharmacy I got redirected to from others & my...Insurance?..Clinic?...I forget, it was like 2 years ago or a year ago, something like that. I mean, I went through 3-5 months trying, getting no where. All of the sudden, I'm faking my issues & malingering, says her. Unbeknownst to everyone, even the people I see at the clinic. I get hit like a truck in my SSI court hearing, with them thinking I'm lying about all my shit. So much so my lawyer thinks its appropriate to say before hanging up, well at least I wasn't lying to my psychiatrist about my symptoms, after calling them out for not doing any real work & telling them complaining about having 3000+ pages of medical documents to go through isn't a good look & if the judge sees my psychiatrist saying this then you should have as well but you didn't!!!!
That, was a huge blow. Then I couldn't just go to another clinic. I don't even know if staying with them is required for my housing. But, honestly they are real weird & threatened to evict me the last time after everything was talked about & it was fine, then suddenly it wasn't. I can't have these engines in my apartments, but guess what not only that but not outside of it in the front. My neighbors? They can have 4-5 bikes, broken chairs, rolled up rugs, tables, etc etc etc, all of which are still there. Rules for me, not for others.
Simple discrimination. Meanwhile, trying to get my meds here, eventually the new psychiatrist comes in, the old one, lisa green here, never saw me again & left. The clinic, never apologized. No body told me I'm not faking it. Bad apples.
New one comes in, right?! Goes, can't help you, here's this website, I know you have issues calling people & I know its harder for you because you have to get transport & you'll have to do it like every 2 weeks & or whatever but tough it up & suddenly do this thing that is very difficult for you as the disabled person you are. Suffice it to say, never happened. He left back in nov.
New one, same kind of deal.
Been on practically the whole list of them. 5 SSRI, 3-5 snri, tri & tetracylics, triptans, 1st, 2nd, 3rd gen anti-psychotics & atypic anti-psychotics, mood stabilizers, anti-histamines, thyroids, anti-cholinergics (which I haven't said too often but man, coming through that mess is a thing), alternative treatments with cannabis & psychedelics (definitely the better ones, not consistent, have tolerance issues, can be too intense, doctors don't like them claim they cause issues, they didn't the opposite, standard doctors stupid & or just need to say this because license problems), to even off-label uses of regular medications like sildenafil (generic viagra which btw, is still the best anti-depressant, anti-anxiety, & anti-psychotic I've ever taken even if it is off-label with great studies supporting that, take that fuck face garbage dr abdallah that said & claimed (never proven, where's your source?! huh, where's your source!?!?!) he looked it up. he never showed if he did to me, I found it in 5 min of just googling legit credible studies involving it for those treatments with double blinds & even long term, even real world versus clinical, which means its been a thing for a long ass time, fucking doctors lazy ass abdallah).
What it is, is a person is disabled (me) & meds don't "fix" that, even 6+ years of a great therapist, working my ass off with him back then (earnest ford), then inpatient, outpatient, groups, accommodations for jobs (hearing-aids....wow, it fixes everything), its over 2 decades of work from me as a child until now (33) & it being me finally accepting I was, & a fuck ton of retarded (belief system, views, your perspectives, your very dsm, how you practice & think you aren't literally the same group of people who had transexuality as a mental disorder in the dsm, that dont' go over variable & real world controls for multiple gut mirco biome, financial, opportunity, therapies, the entire relevant genomic sides, the rna sides, the enzyme sides, the peptide sides, the environmental influence on those basic bio-organic compounds side in a real world setting (ONLY CLINICALL!!!! ONLY THAT IS LEGIT!!!!! ONLY THAT, ALL OTHER THINGS NOT AFFECT & EFFECT RESULTS & OURS ARE BETTER & ARE RUN TO BE REPLICATED TO MAKE SURE THEY GET THE GOALS & RESULTS OF SALES FOR OUR HUGE MONEY MASTERS WHO MUST ABSOLUTELY MAKE AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE FOR STOCK HOLDERS & OUR DEGREES WERE FUNDED SPECIFICALLY FOR THIS ENDEAVOR NOT FOR HELPING OUR PATIENTS!!!!! REMEMBER THAT!!! ......*looks to the side & whispers to them* who let the glowie rich douche in? I didn't know Dwight but actually shitty bad Dwight character suck up existed... *other person looks at them but they are much older* first time?) & for what its worth, running huge studies requiring 100's of millions of dollars is something else.
Would be terrible if we were to gain all the data broker data, then use all our now much cheaper & better tools & machines to better average out that influential data variable for a basic chaos theory mathematics thermodynamic moving over time total benefit & or base line, to even detriment of said compound taken with these given constant observations in a setting that has multiple things accounted for, for the given trajectory & likeliness of any given meds success & or failure to treat any given patients.
Same for brain scans in a 3d manner down to individual neuronal firing real time manner, turns out recently thats far more practical than before. Even better if you can use sound & light wave interference at intersecting grid lines together with much less significant fmri scans that don't require that huge tesla value.
It does mean a helmet is on you though. So there's...There is that.
Don't worry, now food intake for glycemic index over time, together with protein changes, enzyme changes, basically all of your blood is able to be monitored in real time now with a few sensors placed on your skin. Same for changes in your gut microflora, lucky us! Pill that measures as a few tiny sensors, to a sound & light based change to pheromones, sweat, heat index, gas composition from light passing through, electromagnetic changes for a similar thing (basically your gut is fully known, lets put it that way), same for even small & larger (small not in the nano but packs of cells) immune system movement & changes, how that cell signaling happens now as well to other organs & even rna signaling (although not as precise, it is what it is), same for all stool & urine samples being automatic (mostly, it depends again) for many things your body is doing.
Now, why don't we do this? Because the Nazi's would use it against you....I mean the ceos, I mean, politicians, I mean...the insurance companies, I mean the influencers, I mean the data brokers, I mean the stock marketers, I mean the religious leaders, I mean the advertisers, I mean the echo chamber cults online that attack you for being differenters, I mean the Ice agents, I mean the nsa, I mean the FBI, I mean the hold moneys in stocks politicians who no longer keep gaining advantages because others have the info & will now know the movements & trade deals...ers, I mean the ones who bet on ceos having various health problems-ers, Soooo, I guess I really mean everyone & anyone who seeks to take advantage & harm one another in a capitalistic society whose only value is in fighting & being above someone through all of their productivity, wealth, accolades, fame, power, & control they have.
too soon? no.
You are afraid of information being used against you. Its what that paragraph up above means. You know they have power & are fine using it, while having taken the ideological control of many of your nation, together with being a part of your social media, your politics, your lawmaking, & more to the point you can't possibly not know you would need to fight, you spineless cowards.
To a degree. you kinda all are. You flinch & let them yell at you & decide to harm & destroy many things, then blame people like myself who point it out, "because you are making it worse" so you then enable them so you don't get hurt as much.
Its not a "concession" to allow for only 1 of your daughters/sons/whatever to die if it saves the rest. You allow for them to kill many of you for now reason, other than you feel you can stop others from dying that will die not long after, not changing from that decision.
You then help, get up there, & say, "It's time for you to do it" to yourselves. Because otherwise they'll go after me now.
You are terrible, those of you who do that. You'll never have been, or could be good. But, you know that, knew that, & hate when someone shows you are no hero.
Stop them, because you'll only be consumed later & become the monster you tried not to be.
Anyways, for that whole thing, meds be hard. clearly. Turns out, therapy doesn't magic up fixes for disability away, & even with meds together it won't. Sometimes, everything is just that...Fucked. Not going to work.
Eventually, you tell your patient that you can't kill the cancer & you are going to die. You make them comfortable. Society ain't changing. The treatments haven't worked for 2 decades. I've put in more work than the doctors & it ain't happening. I'm tired & I need to be comfortable for sometime to heal & allow myself to accept I can't ever do what I want & I'll never get the chance to do any of those things I have come up with. Without a fuck-ton of help from people whose job is literally making themselves look important & showing off, & or making money like its nothing, to keeping patents & shitty society going the same way so they keep being powerful & important, from those that understand it changing requires themselves to sacrifice for others when they are self-centered narcissists that don't even care about the system being what it is, thinking that people like me don't deserve anything, that they couldn't possibly be "beaten" by my (whatever that means, its a "we work together and support one another, lean on each other" not I'm the biggest bestest retard gabagoo shitwad mentality, oooh pay attention to me stuff) designs, instructions, maths, & more, it takes people saying the country is shit, the people are shit, the whole system is shit & we have to follow through on tearing it down & rebuilding the sunk cost fallacy garbage going on.
But that isn't fun or exciting. That doesn't get views. That doesn't make you look perfect & portray your actions as being the best, but hey sometimes you can't have that. It was the best we could do, then changed it faster next time to the better one, & we kept building up & doing that. It's never a "one solution" the "this fixes everything" its a steady effort over time for people like me that, while fuck I know I could join you with enough people to help me & money too, will often not stop hating you. We know damn well you don't care about us.
Its annoying we have to have our needs validated. That we look bad, when we don't only because we make you uncomfortable to see. I look normal on the outside, so I can never be disabled. I have to be, because I'm tall, handsome, & often well spoken, lying about it (oh & I'm white male privileged to hell & back, but apparently my shit-tastic life (that you would totally love & if you did it (without any of my mental issues included in your mind there while you went through it, magically) it would be soo much better & you would love living it, you sound like my sisters, mother, father, grandpa, multiple psychiatrists, nurses, doctors, & random douche fucks who gave me their opinion for no fucking reason) & not trying hard enough because it will "just come to you" & "others will just give it to you" & "you didn't try my technique" & "this new med" & "this new therapy" & "these injections" & "this brain magnetic stimulation" & "it doesn't matter just do it anyways, homeless but you made that thing you wanted" & "you are not positive enough, thats the problem" & "even though you've been right this entire time about how all these events will play out, you don't know! you don't know really, this time, not the other ones, this time" & "they aren't as racist & shitty as you think they are" & "they wont discriminate against you" & "you should believe their lies & see what happens after because at least you got "friends" for a while" & "if you go up there they want to put in the same effort & not blow you off & don't see you as the new one that we treat poorly into the group that might allow you to become friends" & "men aren't as bad off as women in life, you should just suck it up" & ....fucking shut up.
That's not even a small taste of the overwhelming bullshit I've gone through in my mental health care treatment. People are trash. The majority of you are shit, in a moment for a little while you act nice & not trash. That means you choose to not be trash, for a while. Which means you are intentionally trash, all the time.
This is coming from a person with a fuck ton of experience talking to real people, in real life, in normal to extreme situations. I don't like basically any of you.
& I am lonely, want friends, have & will love just the same as anyone else. I love how little anecdotal this is. People break down all the time & say this when they crash out where their friends are not going to be something they have to care about anymore, as a random they'll dump the worst shit they actually feel & think of it all as with no troubles while guard themselves against those who are tasked with the job of helping.
Why? Because those fuck-tards of doctors are literally worse than their bosses, because they have to defend a license & can't ever make mistakes. They lose everything & have a mountain of money they need to send out to various other shitty shit-wads who will remove all their things & their idea of identity is removed, that makes them afraid as all their perceived validation & value in themselves & from others is removed & they are scared beyond belief of it ever happening. So they group up together & shit on the ones they try to help. They complain about the system, the system is run by them, & controlled by them. They can actively change their system, decide to say fuck you no, I know you are wrong stupid gov't system & then change that too. They don't.
they are lazy.
but, they are over worked too. made to be so. Not enough willing to do the right thing, drop out of the system, destroy the whole thing, make it better. Not enough willing to be uncomfortable like i've been my entire life, always having no stability, everything always up in the air, no future that isn't me trying to keep my shit together, no chance of it getting better for me, no treatment that's going to make it so I can work in your shitty broken system of garbage people making more garbage shit, get fed into more garbage shitty things, making more garbage shitty people.
They say, nah, I'll complain. I'll put up an example. No, you have to fight the whole thing, you have to actually change the laws, the people the fucking god damn organizations, the way you do the studies, & all the rest. You want to change the system, the system is everything.
The entire thing is people, who follow through on fucking garbage rules, garbage laws, garbage ideologies, garbage philosophies, garbage perspectives (like im sorry you feel that way directed at me, when they know they are garbage), garbage religion, garbage science, garbage ways of doing something, garbage everything that makes up the very person themselves.
You make garbage people, you get a garbage country, garbage world. A gabagoo world.
I'm clearly fucking gifted & intelligent. I'm intensely amazing at things, come up with shit that makes others with PHDs think that's amazing we should do that & others that go you only learn that if you have one. I'm a person that is good at something & have no shame in it. I'm not confident, I'm fully knowing I am what I am & I accept it. I am better than everyone at this shit I do.
I proved that so many ways its insane! I literally even tell people about how to get information that say they don't have from compiled data that gives you conversations just from junk random garbage data collection from the numerous crap around you on my youtube channel & show you how you can use that to spy on anyone, anywhere, as far back as you can with all of that data easily gotten with no money needed. Yeah, no hacking required retards trying to doubt the claims without ever listening & looking.
I showed from that & several recent posts how you can literally look at the past in real time exactingly how it happened for people here on earth, without using telescopes. Yeah. simple shit, I thought. Guess multiple colleges barely pull it off, for a shitty version, means it wasn't simple. Whoops, my bad, I thought everyone already has PHDs & are better at this than I am & know everything more than me, better math, & challenge me because they obviously are right & i'm wrong, excuse the 3-6 hour long video explaining everything about how you are wrong & didn't account for what you should have & oh, btw, why is it you didn't already know this? I suppose you didn't want to watch something like that, because he's a blow hard who is overconfident, Oh, guess what, Here's another science study where I say I told you so, & yup the same as me years ago, & I was right again, looks like you are behind me, still...
Slow!!! You are slow! How come you are so, FUCKING DAMN SLOW!!!! Keep up! god damn it, why do i have to explain everything to you. What, do i need to bring in fancy flashing animations so you can focus, slow person? Not happening, remember I'm disabled. Thinking you aren't the lazy person, you absolute fuck up who never looked in making yourselves look like shit awkward thought hey know everything garbage gabagoo-wads over here, is a special kind of treat. Look at you soothe your ego to make yourself feel better because you can't come up with solves & designs for things people have been working on for hundreds of years or decades!
Look at the fucking stupid ones! soothing themselves. My content isn't even about that!!! *cries like a baby* boohoo. You call me lazy, get called out. You made this fucking weird as hell too, thinking your ultra rare as fuck, often many of you having nice parents, money, safety, opportunity, socially you could afford having friends that would be used to hurt you & manipulate you, continued into a hard school that is sooooooooooooooooooo FUCKING HARD!!!!! with your fucking able ass bitch ass fucking stupid selves that was never once doubted about on your abilities in a society set up for you to specifically do well, with your specific personalities, your specific needs, your specific ways of phrasing, your specific ways of showing you understood something, your specific ways of being allowed to be successful, your specific ways of allowing for anything to be viewed acceptably, your specific ways of testing, validating, & even worse all of it is set up to only allow for those that can do it your ways to be done when you go against (somehow) the status quo of hyper-individuality (except you aren't its only successful because you do it together, each and everyone of you only succeeded because you did it that way!) so you think its actually amazing how good you are, how different you are, how much better than them you are.
Oh wait there's more! *snorts imaginary line of cocaine* fuck billy mays, I'm here bitch!
Even worse still you imagine yourselves to be as if you include people & aren't discriminatory. That it is fine if you ask for help from others, after proving many many tests later you need it. Tests you can't get to, you can't take without having other tests done that require it to be done after spending money you don't have, time you don't have, are aware the person helping you to get them hates you needing their help, that you want to not mask, but if you do that you then are lying, because if you don't then its not really the "real you" (because the mask is the only allowed thing to be shown to you, otherwise you are angry) then you have to go to another place, do it again, then you can only get some of this help, not that help, but you need all the help, but its unfair (fuck up insecure garbage we need to be better & we can't have those disables coming in & performing better than us on a level playing field, that hurts our ego & our personal internal self identities we are made to have through years & decades of grooming propaganda about many many views in a cultural zeitgeist that i've grown accustom to & I'm now special & above others & would look bad in it if I didn't beat you & i no longer fit in to the continuation of this mob rule that I actively helped make continue & make seem great & good. Which makes me not good & doing bad things, as well as being worse at stuff, im supposed to automatically be better at than the disables...) if we get all the help needed. See parenthesis.
That's nothing!!! Because from tests, we go into a society that is only full of this garbage that is only full of hatred & a total refusal of changing their minds on this side that its unfair & that it needs to change. Even when we come in & say we'll join you in making the change. Nope. I now have to accommodate you, & I deserve more pay for less work & its easier for me than for you.
Now its wrong that we say this & show you your hypocrisy. Then, its totally not similar to transexuality pronouns, sexuality as a whole, mental disorders, to chronic illnesses, & more. Oh, did I strike it big before it happened to me?!?!!?!
FUCKING I KNOW EXACTLY WHAT YOU ARE GOING THROUGH!!!!!
You know small part, while you get to have a lovely rest of you life, comparatively.
"hey, your life is much better than this person who is functionally not even aware of life happening!!! You should see that its now about comparing each other & you should be grateful yours is sooo much better, even if those other people got discriminated based on ethnicity, religion, sex, & more its nothing compared to my gatekeeping retard ass whose actively destroying our disabled asses ability by arguing with you to have anything get done about this!!! Let me gatekeep for this person who literally doesn't even know whats happening!!! Its hard on them, not me, the fucking caretakers, to deal with it. Let me project like somehow I'm not also disabled as a result of having to do this shit full time & I feel I'll never be counted in & seen, validated & heard like I should be! So now I'll just FUCKING PROJECT!!!! my feelings on to this post being written."
LEARN TO SHUT THE FUCK UP.
Get over yourselves, become the person the united state gov't kept alive after level radiation exposure happened to them, so they could study the effects of that on their body, against their wishes.
become the numerous tortured individuals by various militaries & gov'ts around the world who experimented on prisoners of war, prisoners (civilian), minorities, disabled, poor & desperate (medications, homeless, orphans, etc), & or any number of them still going on even here in our "lovely" US of A!
Shut up, stop gate keeping you fucking retards.
There will always be worse, it invalidates all of us needing help now & could have it.
Your society is a fucking full on flat, dead as fuck, nothing to laugh about, joke. simple as that.
You guys think you are great, but you aren't. You are a percent of a percent of a percent, that make it. & that's from the larger total whole of those with abilities & whose meds & treatments worked. Those who could even just talk to others, find a community, become friends, not hated, not have them worry about their fame, money, jobs, level of emotional care & effort they (narcissistically say online is SOOOOO FUCKING MMMMUUUCCHHH!!!! to put in, woow! you are so selfish & take up so much of my energy, & time, & i hate you for it.) have to put in. That is literally narcissism.
Seriously, that's a symptom of that. You love the person, understand it takes a good deal & sometimes you have to even when you know it will cost you because you love them, but make sure you maintain that balance & boundary & it doesn't become to the point of them manipulating you & or hurting you.
If you are so terrified, thats a trigger from a traumatic abuser in your past. You aren't a narcissist! You are experiences an emotional trigger response to avoid anything that might hurt you like that again. FUCKING HOW MANY OF YOU!!!! OMG!!! ITS EVERYHWERE!!!
Its shit I hear, then paranoid bullshit excuses, making up things they do, to so many other shitty strategies & more that ruin everything you very much pretend to stand for. You are broken, not healed, need help, it won't be done in decades, people!!!
Somehow!!! SOME FUCKING HOW!!!! We, we are supposed to be a part of you all?! We want to join you? You aren't the ones we have to prop up by excusing your actions, letting you get away with it, running the majority of your shit jobs & tasks that make your world run? Its you all (& we are with yyooouuu, yyyaaayyy!!! *nopes out*) against them, join us big people that are not as big as them that help them gain money, every fucking video, in all corporations, in trying to continue the gov't & its laws as it is, you all who continue using I won't have what I have now, nor the comfort with it, nor being special, & so many more things, versus them.
You have no idea how ready we are for this shit to die, you don't know. Fuck you all, we all actively hate you. You defend needing corporations, the money, the fame (no you wont have it after others can join in, have a level playing field), the "special knowledge" because only the special people with special instructions you pay the extra special amount after driving specially to the special place can you practice the special knowledge to be & do the special stuff that makes you special, only those with the people that are nice & can talk correctly get to become a part of the group who gets to learn (granted this is more for those with autism & or those poor as fuck with anxiety, cptsd, etc stuff), only the people like you get to have friends because you are the ones who do *all* the work often making sure to avoid each other until needed (but thats normal), the only way for this to be joined into is through this thing that isn't a thing, but oh boy is it a thing but nobody tells me the thing, you must know the thing, lets avoid the thing, but now you don't know the thing & half of them don't know the thing, now you say the thing, they are annoyed you said the thing, now everyone knows the thing, somehow you don't think this is bad & shitty as a species we only communicate & bond constantly (lose the hair, slow the healing, have to bond & learn & communicate effective strats to keep healing going & alive longer together, know the things say the things you know, stupid die not say things) How are you not the autistic ones! seriously! what the fucking fuck! you go against all of your evolutionary history & all that makes you as a species anything at all, you fucking gabagoo garbage shit-wads.
only the right ones allowed in, oh wait, all the "right ones" are fucking shit. you example is the same as portal 1 or 2 where you fed in a bad one to fuck it all up. You are the bad examples of what to be.
You are the "normal" in you dsm!!!!???? You are the shit that dies off in the past because you were never good. You keep around shitty behavior, shitty designs, shitty societal constructs, shitty ideas of value, shitty philosophies, shitty corporations, shitty government, shitty people, shitty capitalism, shitty socialism, shitty democracy, shitty fascism, shitty everything & then complain!!!!
You make a book & all follow through together then each & every single one of you don't like the thing because it was wrong & nobody wanted to change their perceptions of their shitty selves as being shitty & included in the book. Which made it so shitty authority figures made shitty claims with shittier evidence through multiple shitty studies with shitty famous people who did shitty work to then verbal diarrhea into some shitty pages some shitty things that were only ever mostly shit.
all so good people, who were acting correctly to a shitty life, shitty society that had them dealing with a lot of shit, would stop acting correctly & becoming worse & more shitty so they could function the correct shitty way in the shitty system that was built shit-tley by worse shitty people who like being shitty, so they could be seen as shiny shit that was better shit, the best shit, always the great shit ever shitted out a shit hole & shit pipe in the shit system that turns good things into shit to be shat out.
That's the shitty lie they shit-tly conned you into believing wasn't what you were doing, while making sure they were fine with the shit they had happening to them so they could be used like shit to do less shit, worse & make even less shit at the end of it all anyways, so that way they can say more shit was done & its harder shit, so its actually really good shit, thats the better shit, but they have the best shit yet to come. like them.
so, now you aren't special shit, so socialism means your stuff will never be validated & or appreciated be afraid of it because you can't live a good life in that shit. No way, I'm much better shit than that shit. If I was made to have this person writing this have the same level of shit as me, then that would make it so I wouldn't be better than him already. Same with all my shit before no longer being as good of shit as before. We have to keep this shitty shit called capital going & a capitalism happening, because its the only shit.
So, yeah my clinic is pretty shitty, mostly full of shitty people, & shitty times, with a bunch of nothing happened but shit. I tried really hard, they said I didn't do it again their way, then I was lying, they hated I didn't trust them, gave them the information, they....did they lose it or it never happened, not filed like before I don't know what happened I know it was supposed to be, stop following up with me on that roi, I don't believe the previous before stuff that older than 7 years because you can't get it thanks to records not being kept, also fuck you patient you don't do anything but lie & I'm better than you 'cause I'm the shit that runs this shit. Just like before. Which means its not going well. Then, oh right I don't want to try because everything is shit & no one wants to help. People say they "understand" but don't want to help. People saying that I don't try (look WAAAYYYYYY UP THERE!!!) hard enough to survive & can't get me to do anything, I mean, look I know he's disabled & needs help but I don't think that much or that he even is (somehow) oh wait, I clearly am, so they hate the work needed with someone they need to help but won't admit to it & will not change their actions & will do nothing different.
Like you. My clinic is like you, all, even like my family. You choose to say, "you could do this" I can't. That you have to "something, I am saying important not true things & my perspective is garbage but I don't want to do anything other than make it about you so I don't have to do anything at all" & I don't stroke you ego & say yeah, sure. I say, done it, this is everything to that didn't work & I need you to do this.
Nothing like watching people online, so many people I've at'd, straight up exemplify the same behavior. Not liking me mocking you? No time, again? Complaining about that, for them? How come my stuff doesn't do well? I want to keep this here, or roof bla bla, meds etc, I don't have fear fight, I know people could look in & or I could but I'm just going to steal & not credit you for that stuff you came up with & or join the ones already doing it, to I don't believe it because fuck you it would kill my entire life & identity let alone social status, I don't have to, want to, or even (now I have to literally go against all the knowledge I have here) believe you are right about the very things I made entire videos explaining & agreeing with you about showing that I know it is but you now aren't.
Want to be "friends" fuck off. be a friend. Want me to somehow show up somewhere you know I can't! fuck you. want me to do something I can't, fuck you on that. Want me to have money & time for something I don't! Fuck you all just as much on that one. want me to do that thing to have that money that i can't do, fuck you with the sharpened splayed end of a rake right up your urethra! You gate keeping bourgeois suck. Self made through a bunch of people with money making sure you make it. Pushing hard & making a platform even exist.
You had it easy from the start & it was hard. Try my fucking sets & lifts, bitch! Try solving shit like I do, then going.....
FUCKING!!!! RIGHT!!! I could have just printed out this piece I can't sculpt to form for myself on a 3d printer to size correctly so I can just fit this stupid thing together, oh wait I know I can do that but I'm going to keep it in my head & know I can't just easily do that, why isn't this fucking work!!!!! IIINNNNNGGGGGG!!!!
I was stupid, I would have made things, I then would have had all these things after that would have been exactly the same, trump voted in, case managers deciding to leave, suddenly no help from the parents, lack of food, home, meds, treatment, intentional discrimination & mistreatment together with fucking malpractice level of shit, a fucking garbage community there talking behind screens illegally about my history, thinking something is something when it isn't, knowing full well my family is plotting & scheming to look nice & act nice like always...Standard ass social engineering.
They don't apologize, I need to fix it, somehow prove my disability with them (AGAIN!! EACH FUCKING GOD DAMN SHITTY CASE MANAGER, THEN ITS EVEN WORSE BECAUSE HOLY SHIT WHY IS IT BAD I CAN'T DO SOMETHING & THEY LOOK AT ME ANNOYED & ANGRY I CAN'T & MY EMOTIONS ARE NOT WANTING TO BECAUSE OF THE TRAUMA I HAVE!!! YOU FUCKING RETARDS!!!) instead of them even being able to do treatment, having to hear I need inpatient because they can't even do basics!!!!
fuck you. You are the ones incompetent. Perpitude. Not even a word. Not wrong though, completely you are.
I'm stupid...Yeah...Stupid in a way that tries to save me from what's to come because it hasn't changed once. The same pattern, parents got involved too, sped up the homelessness. Shitty clinic, this one here is better in the broken system. Believe us. Trust us. Show us that our broken system works, that you'll have SSI even & while you live in poverty everything will be better because, its better than not that. We can't have disableds coming around here messing up our "let them eat cake" bourgeois party. We are cool. Don't let them join or having anything & stop believing he deserves our help, us to approach, or anything. WE, yes we, are the good ones, here here *toasts like a shit-wad gabagoo* and all that!
I actively plot for my brighter future & will be gleeful in all ways to watch you all suffer & die horribly. Leaving on that spaceship airship, you fuck tards & you ain't stopping me. You can fucking get wrecked by the next pandemic & or garbage nazi shitwad to anything else.
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Nyctophobia
Summary: Typically, most demons can see in the dark, and most human children tend to stop being afraid of the dark by the time they're 12. But Andrew isn't like most demons, or most humans.
Characters: Darkiplier, Antisepticeye, Astoria (The DA), & Prince apparent Andrew (OC) Disclaimer(s): The Anti featured here does not belong to me. He is the muse for the blog @antidemonrp and likewise, Astoria belongs to @acetheaverage-8. I had permission from both of them to mention/feature their muses in this story. This is also an OC story instead of an x reader story. Also Dark is way more violent than he is in canon. TWs: Light violence Tags: @ghostlykestrel525
Andrew sifts through the drawers in desperation, looking for something, any kind of object that might agitate the strange demon with its disappearance.
While sifting around, his fingers brush against something sharp as he lets out a small gasp of pain. Deep crimson blood drips from his hand onto a broken photo frame. Andrew tilts his head and carefully picks the picture up, making sure to avoid cracks. The frame portrays a man who looks almost identical to the demon who'd attacked the prince and beheaded Andrews father.. Well, thats not something he cared about that much, but still. The demon looked..normal. He looked human. Alongside him in the black and white picture was a woman.
Both held drinks and smiled so genuinely. If he didn't know better he wouldn't have thought of him as terrible in the slightest. 'I wonder how old this picture is?' Andrew mutters to himself, raising his head and looking around the office. It was bland, save for one item. A large mirror hung on the wall, cracked and shattered.
"What are you doing here?" An echoey voice calls out. Shadows quickly fill up every corner of the room. Andrew quickly drops the photo in a panic as he turns around to face an incredibly angry shadow demon. The frame drops and shatters into multiple pieces on impact, Andrew's demonic blood dripping onto the polished hardwood floors and staining some of the glass scattered at his feet. The demon stared at the ground for a moment, then stared back up at the boy, his eyes completely blacked out.
"I-I'm sorry.." Andrew stutters out, the pace of his heart quickening. The room had completely darkened, and Andrew couldn't see. The demon stalked towards him, taking his time with each step. A loud ringing started to emit almost everywhere.
"Why are you here? Did Anti send you?" He asks, spitting out the prince's name from his mouth with venom. "N-No.. I came here by myself. You killed my father, attacked me, and everybody else who just happened to be near the prince." Andrew stuttered, trying to mask his fear.
Darks face shapes into a wicked grin as he grabs Andrew by the arm. "Are you scared of the dark?" He asks mockingly, tilting his head. Andrew stays silent, trying to control his breathing. Dark drags the boy into the fully blacked out halls, still grinning. "Did you know that most demons can see in the dark? Even the ones that typically can't, they aren't phased in the slightest by complete darkness. But you? You're terrified of it."
Dark shoved the boy onto the ground, the souls inside of him starting to flicker with sympathy and regret. "Why are we doing this? We're going too far.."
Unfortunately for the twins, the entities' bloodlust was far more overpowering.
The boy stared up at Dark in pure terror. The piece of hair that had been blocking his eye had been moved just a bit to reveal the hidden eye. It was brown. A stark contrast to the boys purple eye he'd seen before.
"Oh..You're half human, aren't you? How intruiging.." He grabs the boys arm again and twists. He continues twisting despite the boys' screams. And then..
Crack.
The boy shrieked again, louder this time. The entity growled. It walked away for a moment, returning with some duct tape and wasting no time taping his mouth shut and tying him up.
"I wonder how his royal highness would react if I told him that I was holding his heir hostage? I still can't figure out why he keeps you around though.." The entity fixes the lapels of the suit it wears. Andrew tilts his head in confusion. Heir?
"No matter. I have things to attend to..Lets see how well you'll fare in complete darkness by yourself, shall we?" And with a swift kick, Andrew is tossed into a dark cellar, landing on more broken glass. He was starting to feel woozy.
Andrew isn't sure how long he'd been in the cellar, but the next thing he knew was being rudely dumped onto the ground near Anti, his restraints gone. Andrew groans in pain a bit, confused. Dark quickly disappeared, and Andrew found himself being..hugged? by the prince. Anti was muttering something about Andrews wounds, sounding a lot like a concerned parent.
"..Are you alright, your highness?" Andrew had seen the way the prince typically was from the time he'd been observing him. Around his puppets or his loyalists, the prince was terrifying and commanding, but with Andrew? He seemed like a completely different creature.
Anti just stared at Andrew in disbelief at his question.
"Lets just get ya patched up..Alright?" Andrew nods weakly, but his mind lingers to the comment Dark had made.
What did he mean by heir?
“ You Know… It’s Is Just Your Fault…”
(Jany And Dangэr)
I got bored over the long weekend so I made another comic! This was fun to make since I was practicing my art style as well as my writing! I’m really proud of the result! The colors are eye candy to me…
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