Also Have A Sketch Of Everyone's Favorite Gremlin While I Try To Maintain My Traditional Style Digitally

@psycho-chair

This u?

a terrifying chair that i would never sit in

i feel like whenever i make any kind of statement about my own perceptions of characters or whatever i have to follow it up with 50 different disclaimers "that doesn't mean you have to agree with me though you can interpret it however you want to on your own ;^^" "not saying that this is necessarily important to the text or anything this is just me doing my own thing ;^^" "don't take this as me saying [x], i'm just saying [y] ;^^" like there's this irrational fear in my mind that if i don't explain every word i say, Bad Things (unspecified) will happen

Obey

if this post gets 10k by my graduation, I will do a five second dance of yall choosing when I get up there

Help an audhd + disabled trans dude move out and get away from his violent unstable mother (please)

pre-tldr: i need help with funds for moving into a new place, my mom is very irresponsible, violent and irrational, constantly yelling/stomping, i feel very unsafe and uncomfortable, we have over 15 cats she refuses to get rid of and its a huge drain on my mental health. its filthy here and i NEED to get out. ok full post now

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Hi 👋 my name is Milo. I'm 19, american, transmasc, audhd, got severe chronic pain and no medication for any of it.

I currently live in an RV with my mom and have for around a year and a half after being homeless for about a year before that. We have a genuinely ABSURD number of cats (over 15 couped up in this tiny space), which is not only terrible for the cats, its terrible for my mental health, my moms, and is a huge drain on our funds. We can barely afford to take care of them and no matter how much I plead with her to take some of them to a shelter or do SOMETHING she refuses to, so that should start painting a picture of the type of person I'm dealing with here.

Her temper is incredibly, INCREDIBLY short. She's impossible to be around, refuses to improve, is physically violent to our general surroundings / herself / occasionally the cats. She has thrown things at me before. I generally dont feel safe or comfortable, and any time I try to broach the topic of moving out or getting her to stop any of the aforementioned behavior, she guilt trips me. Literally as I'm typing this she's been caterwauling, stomping and throwing things. What prompted this? No idea! This happens genuinely every single day. This is not an exaggeration. It's destroying my brain and I can't handle it anymore. This is going to sound particularly pitiful but I do have capital T Trauma related to someone breaking into our house when I was home and loud noises / stomping / yelling does make me INCREDIBLY anxious, and no matter how many times I tell her this she doesn't give a shit.

She does not want me leaving, won't let me learn how to drive and (whether intentionally or not) obstructs any attempts I make to function as an adult. I'm currently self-employed on commissions, but it's not a living wage or something I could make into one (and remain sane. or keep up with). I'm actively searching for a job and have applied to several (fingers crossed) (will update this post when I get one) and, ideally, will be moving in with a friend of mine sometime in the late summer, but I need help with funds for moving in/covering rent for a bit/etc.

Since I do take commissions, if you want one of those and want to help with funds that way, that'll be an avenue for giving me money. I won't have them open 24/7 just to make things more manageable, but that'll be an option some of the time at least. Ill add a link to an info post on that in this post when I do re-open them.

Otherwise, if you just wanna chip in (it would be VERY. VERY VERY VERY APPRECIATED):

Payp4l: millowo <- preferred

Venm0: miiilowo

GOAL: 0/4K

see this ^^^ ? thats my art im gonna have comms open soon ooh ahh HERES A BUNCH MORE TO LOOK AT IF YOURE INTERESTED BELOW THE CUT

So I got a fountain pen for easter and while messing around with it I decided to draw everyone's favorite asshole

He turned out better than expected (even though he still looks kind of weird) so enjoy your once-a-year original content you get from me

Dark cream week day 6 & 7: Move & Balance

Yesterday I kinda forgot to draw what I had in mind so you get this now

The idea is that Shattered can use his goop as if they were puppet strings on Cross

For what was the thought process behind today's actual prompt: I've always looked at Shattered's tentacles and went "Man those must weigh a ton" So I'd imagine that it takes a long time for him after being back to normal to be able to stand without using something to keep his balance in check

... in all honesty, I could have made this about actual Dark cream and not just Shattered, but didn't really felt like suffering with more silhouettes

Maaan, these prompts this week were so good. I really like messing around with senses in themselves, but it was really interesting to tie them to these two

Edit: Oh wait I switched up the days- nvm I ain't fixing it I'm lazy

The "assassinated" guard - a Myth!au Kross fic

The vampires and nymphs were never enemies, but they aren't on the best terms neither. Common folks from the two kinds can only meet under a few circumstances, and it's illegal to interact with the other's soldiers, especially with the assassins. So what is Cross supposed to do when in the middle of their territory a vampire assassin runs into him with fatal injuries, followed by a huge pack of hyenas?

Myth!au belongs to me, the designs are currently under making

Tw.: Mention of blood, (infected) wound(s) and suicide

(Also sorry for grammar mistakes, this is my first writing and english is not my first language.)

Prologue

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Prologue - Nicu

He was running through the forest.

His mask broke into three pieces, his clothes were torn, and full of dirt, and the only weapon that was left for him was his small pocket knife.

He didn't know where his legs were taking him, but he was sure he left the vampire territory a long time ago. He was exhausted, his black tears ran faster than they usually did, and he weren't able to breath properly, but he had to run. Everytime he slowed down just a bit, he suddenly heard the panting of the hyenas closer and closer to himself.

He wasn't sure how long he has been running, but he knew that if something doesn't happen soon, the carnivores were to reach and kill him. He was running for a day now, and the injury on his right arm jut got worse since. It didn't bleed anymore, but the edges of the wound started to discolor, he was sure it was some kind of blood infection. And what made his situation even worse is the fact that he wasn't able to change his form at will at the point. He cursed himself for that, he was sure he could hide in the form of a little bat, and he wouldn't have to run anymore. Only if he could change his form for a minute, it would give him a chance to rest, and-

A hyena jumped on his back, and he almost fell to the ground. He didn't realize that the carnivores, sensing his fatigue, started to run faster. Or he slowed down while thinking? He wasn't sure. But one thing was clear: if he can't get the animal off of his back, he's doomed.

The hyena tried to bite his neck, and it gave him the perfect opportunity. He managed to lift his right arm, and poked into the carnivore's eye. It letted go of him, and fell down, screaming in pain. However, it's claws tore the dirty shirt off of his ribcage, and left a new, bleeding wound. He hissed up at the pain, but tried to ignore it.

The forest got darker as he ran, and his target looking soul shined up in front of his chest, like a torch. He was thinking about the opportunity to hide in the dark, but his soul made that impossible for him, and he was about to stop running, and just stab himself to death. He gave up on his mission a while ago, because it was obvious that the hyenas' pack leader won't be the one to attack him, if they reach him again. He wasn't even sure if the pack leader was there, chasing him, or just left it to the hunters of the pack.

He looked up from his thoughts again, and his eyes widened. He saw a spot of strong daylight in front of him. He knew he were saved if he were able to reach it. Hyenas hated sunlight, and maybe he was a vampire as well, the sunlight doesn't affected his real form, which he was in, since he didn't had skin as a skeleton.

He started to run towards the light with renewed strength and hope. The carnivores' growls became a bit quieter for a second, but they quickly catched up to the new pace.

He almost fell multiple times, because of the roots that started to get bigger as he got closer to the light.

Roots.

Roots on the surface.

He snorted up at the sudden realization, as he ran. Roots were most likely to be on the surface at the nymphs' territory, since they most old trees grew here. He came to the worst place he could, and he cursed his legs for that.

The light was only a few feet away from him. He ran even faster, when he saw a shadow from his right eye's corner. A hyena was about to jump on him from the side, and he knew he would fell down, if it reaches him, and there would be no chance to survive. Before the creature could have grabbed him, he jumped out of the forest to his freedom-

And he bumped into something. Or someone, he couldn't tell. The last thing he heard was a suprised gasp and the hyenas' growling, before everything went dark, and his last thought was that he wished he could have said goodbye to his only friend, Dust.

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First (here) - Next

(I know this is an artblog, but I wanted to post the prologue here. I'm planning on making a sideblog for Myth!au, where I will post the story as well. Sorry that the prologue is so short, I'll try to make most of the chapters over a 1000 words, this is around 600 word.)