#creative phase

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guess who is trying to learn how to draw hands and combined it with one of their favorite ships xD but I do think it turned out quite alright

[shadowrun-effect]

I f*cking hate that blockade. It’s back again. Drawing’s impossible at the moment... I’m completely drained and tired again, thanks to that damn apartment and the 24/7 presence of my partner who drains even more energy from me.... I so hope things get better very soon, otherwise I’m going crazy.....

[sensationalsegue]

"Challenges. The word conjures up an image of something fairly manageable to be surmounted, with a bit of effort. Like jumping over a small ditch. Challenges? In a world where women have been under the thumb of the patriarchy, the list is longer than any lifetime. Challenges? The ancient woman inside of us all laughs so hard that she nearly chokes on her own tongue. Then she draws a breath."

~ Lucy Peach, Period Queen: Life hack your period and own your power all month long

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guess who finally found the time to test her new tablet because she’s stuck at home...

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Baby Steps

[The Title is the one I gave this story when I first thought of it and I wasn’t able to think of a better one yet. So be warned that this might not go into a direction where this title would still make sense and if it doesn’t, I’ll change it, once I’ve thought of something more fitting]

A/N: I made a new year’s resolution to make more time to get creative again and my first step to achieve that is to post this part of a longer fan fiction I started to write a while ago. I don’t know if I’ll ever continue it but I guess we’ll see. And I apologise for any grammar or spelling mistakes but english isn’t my native language. If anyone finds mistakes, feel free to tell me and I’ll correct them.

(This is an AU in which the egos live together.)

The Host isn’t exactly in his best condition and the other egos start to worry. What happens when some certain newer egos decide to join them and bring an even bigger mess with them?

The Host sat at his usual spot in front of the large window in the foyer. It could look like he was admiring the garden that stretched in front of the house, if it wasn't for the cloth that was tied over his eyes.

The little piece of fabric was worn-down from the many years he had already worn it. No one was really able to tell how many years it had been exactly, even The Host himself lost track of them.

Dr Iplier told him to switch it to something more hygienic time and time again but he always refused. As long as he said that it was fine, it would be fine. Or at least that's what he told everyone.

But these reassuring words couldn't stop the blood that was dropping from his eyes and soaking into the blindfold. This condition was one of very few things he couldn't narrate away. So his eyes continued to bleed. The Host always thought he would get used to the sticky and disgusting substance on his face but he didn't.

Yet, taking it away wasn't an option. Not until he found a way to make his eyes stop bleeding. But he hadn't. It was driving him insane. He was able to report everything around him because, for as far as he knew, he always assumed he was omniscient. It was what had led his younger self to this point. He had been a fool.

Even though his thoughts were racing, he wasn't moving on the outside, except for his mouth, which described his environment. The Host didn't even have to think about it. For hours he had been sitting here, upright with his hands placed on his legs. Some of the other egos had walked though the room but they knew to not disturb The Host more than necessary. A bit of blood dripped onto his hand which brought him back to his thoughts.

He was sure the bleeding would continue until he stopped narrating. And he would only be able to stop narrating once he stopped living. Which was only possible when there was nothing left to narrate.

Most people would be scared by the thought of living until the end of the world, few would even be excited to see the future but The Host didn't have any emotion towards the unavoidable end. He already knew about everything that would happen and had seen every possible way it could all go down.

So he continued to do what he had always done. He told a story. The Story.

Whenever another ego entered the foyer they could hear The Host from where he sat on the couch, mumbling to himself. In the recent time they hadn't seen him move somewhere else often.

He never slept and he wanted to be somewhere else he narrated himself directly to the location he wanted to be in.

Bim Trimmer stood in the doorway. His game show would start soon and he had wanted to talk to Matthias first but he couldn't get himself to leave the house yet.

The egos were getting worried. They knew that it couldn't be easy to live with his abilities but The Host had always been able to work through it. For months now he hadn't even tried to communicate normally.

Sighing, Bim walked over. He knew that it was getting worse. A few years ago he was able to experience minor things without narrating every detail, to just enjoy the moment. Well, at least as far as it was possible in his condition.

Recently he barely even stopped narrating. Now that he stopped to think about it, Bim couldn't even remember the last time he had seen The Host eat anything.

“Bim Trimmer came a halt next to The Host.” Other than his words, he didn't show any reaction.

“Hey, Host, are you feeling alright?” At the same time the words left Bims mouth he could hear The Host speak them along with him. When he first met him, it freaked him out. Honestly, it was still weird but it was more like a comforting weird.

“The Host tells Bim, that everything was the same way it had always been.”

Bim narrowed his eyes. “Yeah, sure.”

“Yet, Bim didn't seem to believe The Host, even though he was telling nothing but the truth.” The Host still didn't move. Blood was running down his face tripping onto his hands but he didn't seem to have noticed. Or he just didn't care.

Bim sighed again. “Friend, just because everything is the same- “

“Suddenly there was a knock on the door.” He had spoken a bit louder than usual which surprised Bim. He really didn't seem to want to talk about it.

A second later there was an almost silent knock followed by two louder thumps only moments after it.

“Bim wandered towards the door.”

Confused, he reached for the doorknob. Who could this be? They rarely got visitors, since everyone who ever made the mistake to set a foot inside this house got scared away because of one thing or another. And everyone else had their own key.

He could still hear The Host talk in the background, at the time he pulled the door open. On the other side he found a man staring back at him. The man wore a yellow hard hat on top of his long blonde hair. Other than that, he looked rather ordinary. Or he would, if it wasn't for the fact that his face looked the exact same as Bim's. Another ego?

“Hey, man, we heard that this was the right place to go to get some answers.” He was smiling at Bim.

We? Bim furrowed his brow. In the next moment he noticed the head of another ego peek over the shoulder of the blonde one.

“Oh shit,” he mumbled. What were they getting into now?

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I haven't posted any art in ages so have this sketch from my art class that no one asked for 😂

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A little idea I had in school.

I konw it's a bit unclean (I should know by now that the things I make in school will look like that) but I wanted to upload it anyway because at least I did draw somwthing again.

Who knows, maybe I'll draw it again when I have more time.

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a little black and white picture of Jacob Frye