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shitpost aboutme unironically i just force my diaphram to be as still as possible until the urge to hiccup dies i simply choose to not have them

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aroacekinkdiary

1 year ago

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aroacekinkdiary

1 year ago

I have tweaked my shoulder.

A monstrous transformation into unrecognizable flesh would be so good for my back right now.

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aroacekinkdiary

11 months ago

fanart of my friend's onion that inadvertently sprouted in a dark cupboard. dark cupboard onion the beauty that you are.....

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aroacekinkdiary

1 year ago

Panel 1: two sets of legs walking. Panel 2: The legs on the left come to a stop as the legs on the right keep walking. Panel 3: The legs on the left stand still. The legs on the right start to disappear off panel as they keep walking. Panel 4: The legs on the left stand alone.

Panel 1: kid on the right wearing a backpack walking. Panel 2: Kid on the right turns, noticing their friend is gone, and stops walking. Panel 3: kid on the right is standing a couple paces behind, looking down at the ground with their hands gripping the straps of their backpack. Kid on the right has stopped and turned around. They say, "what's wrong?"

Panel 1: kid on the left looks downcast and says, "I don't wanna go to school. It's scary." Panel 2: kid on the right walks up beside kid on the left. Panel 3: Kid on the right says, "yeah, it is." Panel 4: kid on the left says, "But we have to go."

Panel 1: kid on the right stares. Panel 2: kid on the right starts to take off their backpack. Panel 3: Kid on the left is staring down at nothing. Panel 4: something catches their attention and the kid on the left looks up towards their friend. Panel 5: The kid on the right says, "here, give me your hand." They hold out their hand towards the kid on the left and holds an uncapped permanent marker in their other hand.

Panel 1: Kid on the right holds the kid on the left's hand as they writes in it. Their backpack leans up against their leg as it rests against the ground. They say, "I'm gonna write the biggest, strongest thing I know on your hand so you can take it to class. Panel 2: kid on the left asks, "What is it? A cassowary?" Panel 3: Kid on the right says from off-page as the kid on the left covers their face and turns away, "Stronger than that. But you can't peek right now. You can only look when you get reeeeeally scared." Kid on the left says, "why?"

kid on the right says from off-page, "The trick is that when you know what it is it'll be so big and so strong, you won't be able to be as scared anymore." Panel 1: kid on the left's hand being held by the kid on the right as they continue writing on it with a permanent marker. Panel 2: kid on the right closing the kid on the left's hand for them. Kid on the right says, "So you gotta save it." Bottom of the page is black gradient.

Dark hallway with a large billboard on the wall that has pages stapled to it extending off the page. Single looming door about four times the height of the kid on the left who is standing looking at it with their backpack on. The single long rectangular window above the door's handle casts a shadow over the kid. Panel 1: close-up on the kid on the left as they look up nervously at the door. They're holding the straps of their backpack. Panel 2: The kid on the left fiddling with their hands, their right hand in a fist where something had been written.

Panel 1: kid on the left stretches to reach for the door handle overhead. The door is very oversized. Panel 2: Kid on the left's small hand gripping the giant door handle. Panel 3: Kid on the left says, "A hippo..." as they pull the door handle down to open it. Panel 4: Kid on the left says, "a hippo with lasers..." as they begin to step through the open door. Only their feet and the bottom of their backpack can be seen. Panel 5: The gap through the open door shows a harsh light compared to the dark hallway where the door and it's handle is still in shadow. Panel 6: From the outside the door closes with a "click."

Full page art of a giant featureless teacher at the front of the classroom writing on a blackboard with a piece of chalk. Comparatively tiny students who are also featureless face the front while sat at their desks. Only the backs of their heads and shoulders can be seen. The kid on the left is sitting down in their midst, their backpack slung on the back of their chair. There are some stairs that go up to the too-high black board at the front of the room. There are two pieces of chalk and a black board eraser resting at the bottom of the black board. The teacher has written, "mushroom + mushroom = mushroom" "disease - disease = disease" "giraffe × gi"

Panel 1: the kid on the left looking forwards with their hands folded in front of them on their desk. They look apprehensive and they're surrounded by the other students at their desks. The other students all have sticky notes on their faces with an emotionless simple expression drawn on. Everyone faces forward.
Panel 2: the kid on the left looks at their hands as they fiddle with them, still clasped together.
Panel 3: the kid on the left continues fiddling with their hands without parting them, leaning further down.
Panel 4: the kid on the left has their face right up to their hands, still fiddling and now with greater concentration.
Panel 5: the kid on the left jerks to look up in shock as the teacher says, "YOU."
Panel 6: the silhouette of the kid on the left sits alone at their desk, tiny compared to the teacher's hand pointing directly at them.

Panel 1: the teacher's hand is giant in the frame as it points and says, "WHAT IS GIRAFFE." Behind them is the chalkboard that reads, "mushroom + mushroom = mushroom" "disease - disease = disease" "giraffe × giraffe = giraffe"
Panel 2: the kid on the left reels back with a scared expression, their hands clenching on their desk.
Panel 3: Close-up on the kid on the left as they hunch in on themselves and say quietly, "um."
Panel 4: The kid on the left's hands shake as they clasp together and they say quietly, "uh."
They continue, "a giraffe...?"

Panel 1: the teacher says, "WRONG." The kid on the left looks small hunched in on themselves at their desk with every other student at their desks turned towards them.
Panel 2: The kid on the left sits frozen at their desk with their hands closed together over their desk, frozen.
Panel 3: The kid on the left remains frozen, receding into the void with all the other students missing.

The kid on the left floats in the void, sitting at their desk with their hands folded and looking down. They get smaller as they begin to hunch down and rotate in further iterations of themselves down the page until they have their face in their arms. It looks like they're floating off.

Panel 1: the kid on the left has their face buried in their arms against their desk.
Panel 2: The kid on the left's eyes have tears dripping from them as they peek up from behind their hands.
Panel 3: The kid on the left rubs at the tears with one hand as their downturned mouth can be seen from behind their right hand.
Panel 4: The attention of the kid on the left is caught by something on their right hand.
Panel 5: A close-up of their right hand reveals "I love you" written on the palm.

Panel 1: The kid on the left sits up slightly, looking at their hand with a surprised expression and says, "oh." Panel 2: The kid on the left floats alone in the void without their desk or anyone around them, holding their right hand with their left and looking down with a slight smile. They say, "that's stronger than a kajillion hippos with lasers."

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we go together Is a surreal slice-of-life webcomic by Pim updated three times a week

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good post op extremely good 5% durability to my soul i know i keep using the 5% tag on your art but like it chips a piece from me a little bit every time like a sculptor tenderly shaving marble thats just what art's about baybee

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aroacekinkdiary

1 year ago

BRO THIS IS NOT BASKETBALL

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shitpost iconic post this will live in some corner of my brain until i am dead at which point it will hatch from my skull like a baby bird

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aroacekinkdiary

1 year ago

The question of 'is it something you like or does it just replace something you don't?' haunts every single one of my preferences and opinions.

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genuinely aboutme i will never recover a friend said it to me once and i have never gotten it out of my head

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aroacekinkdiary

1 year ago

Muscular Dragon Dude

Made with MediBang

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< target audience

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aroacekinkdiary

1 year ago

Something I struggle with is the question of if I'm 'strong' or 'weak'.

Not to steel-ball-run my words but I mean in the sense of a protagonist. Some protagonists have a mind of steel. They take hardship on the chin and take on the burden of responsibility, or honor, or martyrdom. The stories I love to read the most are characters with little to no talent. They grind at the wall of talent and background until nothing remains, through the power of concerted effort and their only true talent of the iron will.

But I don't have that. I never have. I don't even find it relatable. I have spent my entire life keenly aware of it. I coast on talent, I lean on familial benefits, I give up when the going gets tough, and I choose the path of least resistance and most stability.

When I grew up the faculty of my school always would put the word GRIT on the walls. This hard won effort and willingness to endure that they advertised as the height of true internal strength. At the time, I was far too mentally ill, and found it insulting. Don't they know that some people can't afford effort?

Then time passed. I stamped down some illnesses and corralled some others, I become a new man a dozen times. And every time I'd check. Just maybe I'm strong now. Please. Please make me someone who can withstand hardship. Because I lived in fear of falling into hard times and being unwilling to survive them.

Other people lived in spite of circumstance. They fought and whether they win or lose it let them grow as a person. I just built myself from spare parts. I did not grow organically, I just kept replacing pieces of myself until I looked like a real person.

So I wondered. Did I live well under an unfathomable weight, and now I simply do not feel it? Or have I always lived it on easy street, whining over something small? Or is it some combination, and if so, am I stronger than I was when I was younger? Or have I grown complacent?

It's meaningless. I know it is. There's no way to quantify it. I'll just have to live without knowing if what I'm fighting is strong enough to warrant my current standard of suffering.

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aboutme tw sad shit like i could go deeper into this but it would just running this same circle until it furrows the ground

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aroacekinkdiary

1 year ago

Zeph 🐇⚠️ [ character sold ]

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he deserves it i love his smile let him have some tax evasion

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aroacekinkdiary

1 year ago

Another dnd character ref- Tristan, my human fighter

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oh wow i adore how reasonable the armor is this looks like itll protect the bits that matter and wont keep him from engaging in an agile fighting style excellent shape language also

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