#asidetale

[tsebaryotefis]

“i miss you so much...” Sometimes I’m scared to think how much pain this kid learns when he grows up. p.s.this is a child of my character and my bro character.

[tsebaryotefis]

Collab with my friend~ This was planned for the date when the Sinon&Hend couple was 2 years old, but we were a bit late... heh sketch and line  - my bro (he has no account here) color and background - me

[tsebaryotefis]

I ordered my guys and Sinon from one wonderful person (unfortunately, I don’t know if she has a tumblr) and ... They finally came to me! I am extremely happy!~ There is only the Russian-speaking group of the author - https://vk.com/his_hope

[tsebaryotefis]

This is the child of my character and my friend's character :3 His fathers 1 Sinon (Undersin Sans) 2 Hend (Asidetale Sans) My. His name is a combination of the names of his parents. Shen: "S" and "N" - Sinon, "H" and "E" - Hend.

[tsebaryotefis]

This is a small ref of my Sans, as well as a small art with him and the character of my girlfriend. С:

[el-reisart]

Gift for @tsebaryotefis ~

[thetruthabouterrica-blog]

Side Story: The Beginning of the End

I first realised that I wasn't the same as the rest of my friends about a year ago, when I was 16. It was difficult. I was about to leave secondary school and I was scared to tell even my parents about the odd visions I'd see. I went from being one of the school's best pupils to one of the worst in about a week. No one knew how I'd managed to fall behind so quickly, but I did. I couldn't remember anything any more. I struggled to concentrate because the visions and the voices were so realistic. I took an hour doing the simplest things that usually took a matter of minutes. If not, seconds. But it wasn't just that, either. I became extremely paranoid too. And I'm not exaggerating when I say that I was scared of posters.

It was because of that film, Spy Kids. Even though it had been a while since I'd seen the film, I got paranoid because of the tiny little cameras. I believed that you could fit them on eyes of a poster. So going into a cinema for me was a nightmare. I took down all the posters off my wall, and I was always really uncomfortable when I went to my friend's house. There wasn't a single inch of her wall that wasn't covered in some poster for a band, television show, or film. It was a nightmare, sleeping over there. But I think when I had that freak out at school was probably the worst. Because then, I knew that everyone was staring at me. I was sorta hard to miss.

It had happened in the middle of a lesson. The whole class was silent, listening to the teacher drone on about some math terms, but no one was really listening. Half the class were either texting each other or people in other classes. The rest were either looking out the window or staring at the clock with such concentration it almost seemed like they were trying to make  the clock go faster. Hayley was one of the few looking out the window. She was listening, at least, unlike the rest of the class. And she was taking a few messy notes, occasionally, when she heard something complicated. Her notebook today was mostly filled with "research ______", or the occasional sum to make it look like she was actually doing work. It was while she was looking out the window that she saw it.

She'd been watching football team play football. Even though she had no interest in the game (or the players, even), she was bored and couldn't concentrate on the lecture. So watching game would have to do. There was no one else outside. She looked back to the teacher occasionally and nod, as though she was following along and understood. Hayley glanced back out the window and gasped quietly to see that the football was headed straight towards her. She threw herself onto the ground and waited to hear the shattering of the glass, or at least the impact. But there was nothing. Only silence. "Hayley.. are you okay?" She heard the teacher ask her. Hayley slowly sat up.

"But.. the football." She mumbled, looking over her shoulder at the window. It was still intact. It looked perfectly fine. "I suppose that was lucky, then." She continued, laughing lightly and looking around the class. But she was the only one laughing. The rest were sharing confused looks with each other. "What's going on..?" Hayley then asked, frowning herself and standing up. She looked out the window again. The football players had fled. Just as she would have expected them to after something like that. "I bet the football team will be glad to find out they aren't in trouble." She laughed again and looked around for some sign of amusement on her classmates faces. Still looks of confusion. The ones who had been texting weren't even trying to hide their phones now. They were all staring at her. "Didn't anyone else see that?"

"Hayley, the football team weren't out there." Came the reply from Errica, who was sat at the other side of the room. The sentence hit her like a brick wall. 

"They were, Errica. You just didn't see them. You can't see the football pitch from there, can you?" She laughed uneasily and looked around. There was still only confusion from the majority of her classmates. Those who had recovered from the wild claims she was making were shaking their heads and agreeing with Errica. Hayley looked outside again and let a small gasp of surprise escape her. She'd imagined it all.

"I think it'd be best if you went to the nurse.." The maths teacher mumbled. Hayley slowly grabbed her notebook and bag before walking out of the room again. 

And that was the beginning of the end of everything I had built up to, everything I had hoped for. I still can't concentrate in lessons. I honestly don't understand why I go to school anymore. There's no point. I never do anything and people just look at me funny now. As soon as you get a diagnosis, everyone looks at you differently. All because you're different. Odd. Abnormal.