DECAY

just wanted to say, this is a safe space for any asexual and aromantic folks and anyone under these umbrella terms.

if you don't support aces/aros, demis or graysexuals please unfollow and leave me alone

Just a quick little sketch of Billy the silly from golden glue and porcelain :3

This one is just meh imo, but it was still fun :)

they're chillin

reblog to scare the aphobes

I MADE FAN ART FOR "I hate it here, so take me to the lakes" BY @conquestgoddess!!! IT'S FROM AFTER CHAPTER 16 (the last chapter written as of now) AND UGHHHHH IT'S SO GOOD😫!!! we're getting angst now in the story and I'm so happy. Personally, I hope we got some good ol' Bill starts to self deprecate because of what he did, so he isolates himself away from everyone and becomes almost a shell of himself because he hates what he did and Ford doesn't know what to do and then we have an emotional scene where Bill finally breaks down

My toxic trait in reading is when characters just spiral down in on themselves and then break down in the person's arm who they think wants them dead or hates them. Please please PLEASE if anyone has stories like them, givethemtomenow.

More fan art, cause WHY NOT >:D!!!

Again, zombie fixer-upper au bill from golden glue and porcelain. I'm also gonna start making fan art of bill from "I hate it here, so take me to the lakes" which is a story on ao3 created by @conquestgoddess (sorry for the tag if you don't like it). I have been cranking these out, and I'm so happy with what they become ^^! I'm also making a picture of my cousin and Dipper cause she has a small crush on him lmao. So look out for that XD

Yes, he's listening to the band Mother Mother. More specifically hayloft 2. No, I am absolutely not projecting my current music hyperfixation on him.

Recently re-found this video, I thought you fellas would enjoy it lol.

This was made by “ lexi_sorta_draws ” on Instagram.

Auditory Processing Disorder Book

Hello, I’m a graphic design student wit ADHD and APD and I’m planning to make a book about APD this semester. The basic idea is a mix of texts that explain symptoms, treatment, and how it gets diagnosed with little comics that show typical situations and experiences that a person with APD goes through. 

That’s the part where you come in. I don’t know anyone else with APD and while the majority of the comics will be based on my own experiences, I did want to consult with some other people who suffer from the same disorder. So if you’ve got APD and you’re interested in telling me about your experiences and the funny, frustrating or whacky situations it has gotten you into, dm me or reply to this post, all stories included that aren’t my own will of course be credited. 

I would appreciate the help and I also just want to talk to some people who can relate!

A searing pain flashed through Whumpee's body once again. These shocks were unpredictable. There was no timer, there was no "1... 2... 3...". It was a bolt of electricity, constantly sent out to keep them awake. Oh, how they longed for sleep, to feel peace in their mind and body, to no longer crave death.

They saw things... No, creatures. Creatures that skittered around the outside of their cage. There was the occasional rat, but Whumpee could swear they caught glimpses of something else lurking around them.

The ropes binding them down cut through their skin like butter. When was the last time they ate? Whumpee couldn't remember. They couldn't remember anything from their past life. Not their family, their friends, nothing.

Whumpee hung their head, having accepted their fate weeks ago. They wanted to die. Whumpee knew the creature outside their cage was real, and they would do anything possible to get It angry. Angry enough to kill Whumpee.

"H-hello..?" Whumpee's eyes opened in surprise. Their voice didn't sound like theirs anymore. What used to be a light, airy sound was now a low, gravelly, weary voice. "Ple-" A racking cough cut off their next sentence. They couldn't stop coughing. A few minutes passed before Whumpee finally finished their coughing fit.

Their lungs screamed in pain, their mouth filling with the familiar taste of blood. Whumpee stared into the shadows, willing anything to come out and kill them.

"Please..." Whumpee whispered. "Kill me. End- end my suffering."

Tears Whumpee didn't know they had began to fall down their face. One after another, never stopping.

Drip, drip, drip.

Whumpee's tears hit the stone floor. All they could hear were their racking sobs. They didn't hear It slowly creep closer to them.

"My dear child..."

Whumpee's head shot up in surprise. Standing in front of them stood a black, lanky creature. It looked to be 9ft (2m) tall, with long arms that ended in claws.

"My child..." It whispered again. Whumpee couldn't pin point where the voice was coming from. It had no face, so how were they able to hear it?

"I never wanted this for you. To be locked up here like an animal." It slowly began to reach out It's clawed fingers towards Whumpee. "You were supposed to be up above, enjoying the sunshine, the breeze, walking through the woods. You were never meant to be here."

Whumpee started crying again. They felt like they should be afraid. That they should be recoiling from It's extended fingers. But... Why did they feel comforted? It's voice sounded like a mother's. One full of love and comfort and security.

"Please..." Whumpee begged. "You can do something about this. I know you can!"

Though It had no face, Whumpee sensed It’s sadness.

"There still is a chance for you to escape," It pleaded with them.

"No, there isn't. And you know it." The two of them stared into each other's eyes for what felt like an entirety before, slowly, It put It's hands on their face.

"Are you s-". It was caught off by Whumpee.

"Im positive."

With a nod, It dipped It's face towards Whumpee's. Whumpee shut their eyes, but could still feel a wet goo encase their head. It felt like heaven.

For the first time in weeks, Whumpee felt okay. A feeling of tranquility passed through them. Their body didn't hurt anymore. Their mind wasn't screaming in agony. Whumpee felt peace.

Another week goes by, and Whumpee's body lay decaying on the stone floor. The police had located were Whumpee was, but they were too late. A forensic team came and collect their body, and the police called this a natural death.

One police man though, felt a connection to the place. He felt drawn to it. After closing down the area, he stayed behind to "investigate" further. In reality, his mind lost all control of itself. Now under another's control, the police man walked himself to the cell where Whumpee was found. He tied himself up, still unaware of what he was doing. In the distance though, he could swear he saw a shadow pass by.

Short Prompt #1326

CW: captivity.

The whumpee cowered in the corner of the damp, cold room, shivering in their rope bindings. Their eyes struggled to adjust to the dark, playing tricks on them as shadows moved at the edge of their vision.

Or… was there actually something watching them?

"nothing is real atoms never touch each other youve never touched anything in your life" ok. well when i pet my dog he is soft and when he licks my hand it is wet and that is far more real to me than whatevers going on at an atomic level