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raim :3

Tryna find a nice pattern, unintentionally made Takkeal but wof

O-.. yeah wassup?

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I'm going to have to stop you right there.

The kin outlines are still available fyi ya just gotta ask :33

15 of these I've done so far, including the 4 I did for myself, the improvement is clear.

I just wanna say thank you to everyone who has, and everyone who will request one of these, each time I do this is makes me so happy, and then seeing y'all be happy is just a double yippee.

Requests are still very much open fyi!!

But from the 11th to the 15th (likely 10th to 14th for you, love timezones) I'll be offline, any I get in that time will be done when I'm back

I don't want to eep

I want to built our headspace in MC but it's 1:30am and it will drain the phones battery

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walpepe

this.. is a thing?? THATS WHY WE DO THIS?!?

Tbh tho it could also be bcuz of our trauma since we generally run through confrontation convos (💅✨)

reminding ourselves that a symptom of adhd is playing out conversations in your head and its only natural that would apply to conversations involving system members as well. and a future hypothetical conversation playing out in our head involving multiple headmates does Not mean that A. we're faking regular communication, B. that the other headmate(s) cant be experiencing the same thing, or C. that they can't be metaphorically standing there side-eyeing you for your interpretation of how the conversation is going to happen

Is not me but lookii I'm doing an art

I love your moodboards so much they're so aughvg!! /pos Could I please have a wyvern/raptor moodboard with like a redwood vibe? Thank youu!!

wyvern/raptor moodboard with themes of redwood!

The running person in the car window thingy but my kin and theres sad lore.

Little baby wyvern is trying to get me out of the big scary car, hes following, diving under signs and weaving around cars, flying faster than he should for his age, any time we stop moving he moves up to the door and looks at me with such sadness, trying to figure out how to get me out, the car accelerates and breaks way to quickly and he pushes himself just for a chance to help me. His muffled chitters, widened eyes and pleading cries as he darts around outside the window.

When I finally get out, he just looks so happy, he jumps up on my shoulder, curling around my neck and quietly chirps in my ear about how worried he was. Spending the rest of his time either sitting on my desk, resting in my lap, curled around my shoulders, or standing just behind me, he follows me everywhere I go. There is nowhere I am that he is not.

I think his name is Oreo.