So, you managed to stumble across this ol' desert tumbleweed! Howdy, call me Seriff! | she/her | 26-years-too-old| I'm here with my smol bro, Maxwell| he/him| 22-years-old| We're in charge of spreading the works of awesome creators! | AND MEMES | Profile pic art belongs to @the-space-cafe
Howdy! Ya'll can call us Seriff~! (She/her), and Maxwell (he/him), just your average totally normal sibling members of the human species~!
Anyhoo! While both of us can't write or draw for shit LMAO- we love supporting those who are because ya'll are literally SO TALENTED! On this blog, you'll find poetry, stories, comics, art, and MEMES. Truth be told, I, Seriff, joined Tumblr because of the memes (Max joined because of the fanart, so hey, he's better than me XD).
Darn, I reckon this is the shortest pinned post to ever exist. And one more thing! If ya'll ever wanna just chat or hit me up, I'm always free in the DMs! Have fun and be respectful!
This goes to EVERYONE on the asexual spectrum! Asexuals, you are seen! Demisexuals, you are seen! Greysexuals, you are seen! Fraysexuals, you are seen! And everyone else who is not allosexual, you are seen! You belong in the ace community and I love you guys! And to all my ace allies, you are seen too! You may not be ace but you help us more than you realize! We love you!
No hate to the author, this is for educational purposes only.
Saying “fraysexuals, you are seen!” Can unfortunately be invalidated. Not only is the acespec flag not included, none of the labels defined, but 2 other pet peeves of mine: this week should be a time of awareness. Focusing on ace celebration definitely does not result in fraysexuals being seen, raised awareness for, education for the fraysexual label, etc.
Ace allies…hot take but allosexuals should call themselves allosexual. Using and respecting the language the Acommunity uses is better than calling themselves ace ally.
Hey, I appreciate your perspective, but this post was meant to be uplifting and positive, just to make people smile, not an educational breakdown. Celebration is part of visibility, and people deserve to feel seen. If you want to focus on education, you’re welcome to make your own post about it :D! But note for the future, being critical over a celebration post comes off as rude, even if it wasn't your intention.
I came across this song, an absolute bop, but then I read the pinned comment. Guys, fricking read the video's pinned comment. The aros/aces got mentioned under a love song! WE GOT MENTIONED- A music creator made a song about love (platonic/romantic) and included us INTENTIONALLY. Guys, I'm shook- If I could spam like this video, I so would-
I gotta tell Seriff-
Edit: AYO- they have a tumblr blog! @paradigm-shift208
Max heeere! I was doing some personal research and I found this ^ flag! BRO. This is apparently a lesser-known demiromantic, demisexual flag. I've seen many variants of the demi-aroace flag, but this one is so PRETTY! I've never seen it used before, does anyone here use it? Is this official? Pls, we gotta make this flag known XD.
Pfft-! Nooo, 17 minutes of utter bullshit I wrote at 2AM one night because I really can't write angst for the life of me and I need practice! XD.
I will put it under the lovely cut. Trigger warnings for: Just generally not a happy-toned WIP. Suicide, mental decline, all that jazz.
-Pax Casimir
17 minutes... My shrink said I should take note of the time it takes for my thoughts to go to... darker places. 'it's a way to track progress!' he said, I think its bullshit, so she knows how long I'll be paying her for. I can't blame him, I'd do the same. But 17 minutes... that's my new record, it seems.
Something inside me is… rotting. It started out a small itch, a nagging sensation deep within my chest, but now, I... I can feel it spreading, a festering wound that I can neither see nor touch. Every breath I take feels heavy, laced with the acrid scent of decay that no one else seems to notice. It’s a secret disease, you know... I promise I'm not crazy. It's an invisible plague eating away at my core. It’s... insidious. It creeps into my thoughts, worming its way through the folds of my mind like the grip of a needy child.
17 minutes, that's how long I've tried to ignore those vicious, invisible hands holding me down. I can't... move. I'm stuck. And there's nothing I can do but acknowledge the fact that I'm stuck and that there's nothing that I can do. My wrists are... not bound, neither are my ankles. I suppose I could move... but my body won't let me... and my mind is too tired to convince it. It feels... strangely heavy today.
Desperation drives me to seek solace in the familiar. I retrace old paths, visit places that once brought me peace, but the rot follows like a wraith, an unshakable shadow. I stare at the faces of loved ones, searching for a flicker of recognition, a sign that they see the rot too. But their eyes are blind to this disease inside me. No, this isn't a disease... it's an assault, a deliberate erosion of everything I once was, everything I could be. Everything I'd ever hope to be. The clock ticks, and with each second, I feel myself slipping further away, losing pieces of myself I’ll never get back.
17 minutes, that's how long it's been since I last looked at the time, 17 minutes of fighting to stay whole again, to keep the rot from consuming me entirely. But the truth is, I don’t know how much longer I can keep fighting. I don't even know what it is that I'm fighting. I don't know where it is now or where it's going to spread next. I'm not crazy, I swear I'm not insane!
The rot... it’s like it’s alive, feeding off my body , growing stronger with every pulse of agony that shoots through my veins. I can feel it gnawing at the edges of my sanity, chewing away at the last remnants of my working soul. I scream for help, but my voice is swallowed by the void. I’m drowning, and no one will ever know until they fish my body out of the water and finally see the rot as it eats away at my skin.
... 17 minutes. That’s how long it’s taken for this invisible plague to consume me, to erode the foundations of my mind until nothing remains but a fragile shell, ready to shatter at the slightest touch. I thought I was strong, thought I could fight it, but how can you fight something you can’t see? Something that’s already inside you, a part of you, festering, rotting, killing you from within?
I can’t take another second. The rot is winning. No, it’s already won. It’s taken everything from me, every dream, every hope, every shred of humanity I had left. All that remains is this unbearable... nothingness. this crushing weight of almost-despair that I can’t escape. I thought I could endure it, but I can’t do this! My body won't allow me to. I don’t want to do this. My mind won't let me either! But there’s no way out. The rot is inside me, and it’s never letting go. The walls are closing in, and I’m trapped, suffocating under the weight of my own decay. It’s too late to fight. It’s too late for anything. I'm sorry.
17 minutes… that’s all it takes for everything to fall apart. 17 minutes, that's how long it'll take to shine a light on this body of mine. A body without a soul, without a person inside, just hanging there... waiting to be found. I suppose there is a certain... poetry in all this. 17 years of existance. 17 months of trying to fix it. 17 weeks of decline. 17 days of asking for help. 17 hours of thinking. 17 minutes of action and... 17 seconds until I am free... If you happen to be reading these records... thanks. You've just listened to me longer than anyone in my life.
... MOFO I beg your pardon?! I thought you said you CAN'T write angst? The fuck is this?! Bro- I was reading this through and tought, 'yeah, cool, cool, I see what you're putting down' and then the freaking second half of that final paragraph hit me and I'm like 'NOOOO- You cant just do that!' I expected just death, not a fucking 'thank you for reading' now I feel bad! Max is freaking laughign at me from the other side of the room. Thanks alot, Paxxy! Freaking gorgeous WIP but not so gorgeous for mah brain...
Raspberry- I need your help to kill God.
Seafoam - To understand what the fuck is wrong with you
Charcoal- You have the best takes
Russet- I need to borrow some money
Navy- You are literally so sexy (Blushing emoji)
Sage- IDK and every day I grow closer to blocking you
Lilac- You make my dash better and I cherish you
Harlequin- To remind me that there are still people more insane than I am on this website
Apricot- I'm slowly poisoning you a little bit every day
Steel- You post the most beautiful art/fics/edits
Sapphire- I want to put you under a microscope and study you
Carmine- I'm on one knee proposing <3
Forest- You are the stupidest motherfucker alive and I love you
Mulberry- We should be having (more) gay sex
Lemon- Funniest tags known to man
Rules: Share two truths and one lie about yourself, tag five people to guess your lie and to share their own, make sure to guess the lie of the person who tagged you!
and 🤔 mmm I wanna guess that 3, you never went to music festivals, is your lie? I’m real tempted to say 2, but even smart people can repeat grades for one reason or another.
Ohh I love this game, though I’m pretty bad at guessing games. I got tagged by@de-sire-blog
Now mine, which I had a lot of trouble coming up with xD
1. I used to get into lots of trouble for fighting and what not in school because anger issues~
2. I was basically raised at renaissance fair for how often my parents and I attended from my birth until I was about 6-7.
3. I once had plans to become a musician and/or actor until I realized my social anxiety was way too terrible, so I settled for doing art instead.
Tagging, but no pressure ~ @thebattlehamster @miss-bibbles @jegulus-trash @clifford-thebigreddog
I’m going to guess 3, it is possible but I just feel like it’s the lie
The first fandom I was in was FNaF some time in March of 2015 and the first FNaF game I knew of was FNaF 2
I have never had a Pineapple in my whole life despite not being allergic to them, and this does include anything either containing Pineapple and pineapple flavoring
Before I got Tumblr I had a 5 social medias, being: Wattpad, Pinterest, Discord, Reddit, and YouTube
@kar-mamin @daydream-reblog @iamunabletothinkofablogname @gothlute @lucifer-morningstar-the-hellster @j0urn3y (no pressure, i just wanna tag cause yes)
I feel like it’s 3. You don’t seem like the kinda person to go out to concerts
1: When I was a kid, I tried to count as high as I could and when I didn’t know what number came next I asked my parents so I could keep counting
2: Me and my family go out to eat often
3: I tell my dog I love her every single day
@superstar-ethereal, @heartstopper-lover123, uhhhhh fuck, @juno-punk… @divvydarling, and I guess @krispdreemurr. There. That’s five. FUCK I don’t have a lot of friends
Haha, thank you, anon! But no, it wasn't made by me (I WISH-). No, my profile pic was drawn by @entropic-abyss. Check em out if you have time. Real sweetie pies if I've ever met em ^^.
Oho, you guys do writing prompts now? Oh, you guys know what Imma request. Please may I order... GORE- Haha, just kidding /hj ! Can I pls request a promp for body horror (short story)?
-🫁 Anon!
A/N: 🫁 Anon, of course, you may! I hope you enjoy. @italeean, I, Connor Dean, have a feeling this prompt will strike something within you as a fellow med student.
This… this wasn’t supposed to happen… How far hath [Insert MC] fallen…
MC, a renowned surgeon, becomes the victim of a horrific medical malpractice incident that leaves them with writhing lesions erupting across their skin, oozing with pus and emitting a foul odour that permeates the air; a vessel ravaged by sickness and decay. Once revered for their skill and precision, MC now finds themselves trapped in a prison of flesh that betrays them at every turn. Their once steady hands tremble uncontrollably, their once keen eyesight clouded by a sickly film that distorts their vision. Deep within their body, unseen horrors lurk, festering wounds that refuse to heal and organs that slowly kill them with each laboured breath. As the days stretch into weeks and the weeks into months, MC's body becomes less and less recognizable, a twisted mockery of its former self. They are alone, trapped in a decaying shell that threatens to swallow them whole. With their life's work crumbling around them and their own body as their enemy, MC must confront the horrifying truth of their situation before it's too late. If they even survive that long, that is...
-Connor Dean
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WHA- HUH?! I'm gonna burst into tears- AND YOU TWO are gonna to be the shoulders I ugly sob into, not taking no for an answer, punks. PALS! EVERYONE WHO COMES ACROSS THIS, PLS, PLS, PLS CHECK OUT (AND SPAM REQUESTS TO) @entropic-abyss, these two are the biggest sweeties in the world and my best pals.
This is my new profile just saying- I'm actually in awe at the detail. You added all my scars, piercings and my one tattoo... and my ripped coat XD! I love ya'll soooo much! THANK YOU!
