#norb

[switchbit]

draw every day - week fifty nickelodeon cartoons

[7-ferrets-in-a-coat]

New Au alert !!

And thus the Wii Sports Resort Cult of the lamb Au is born

Cult leader. On vacation

Something something Narinder is cursed and can only be objects, mostly balls and such

Idk this is how the fights go or dmth

@greedykrab suggests i draw more types of games hence why its not just the bowling au

LAMB BLESS JOKE AUS 🫡

[operacatsofficial]

His mind muddled and his heart heavy, Harry remained where he sat, frustrated at what Clovis had refused to see—that a murder had taken place.

And Norb! Norb simply wanted to put all this behind him and move on rather than find out what really happened. Why didn't either cat want to delve deeper into this mystery? 

[crispyafterdark]

Norb and Dag getting butt splashed by a football player!

[sanctuarynurse]

Norbs but multiplied.

[mayorundertheplumtree]

This NORB thing is gonna

stuck in my brain for a while

I announce that the battle ego family now has a

mochi demon（no

[p1taayaa]

Save me Nobara eating watermelon plush

Nobara eating watermelon plush

Nobara eating watermelon plush save me

Fanart of Nobara plush eating watermelon | Twitter | Ramblings under cut:

I now just realized how wonky the ears are 😭 whatever too late now

I practiced with clothes & hair shading here, I like how the clothes came out, but the hair looks a bit blurry to me :/

I tend to add bright highlights into my rendering, like the magenta in the uniform & orange in the shoes, even if it doesn’t make sense, I just like eye-catching stuff like that tbh

I didn’t know what to do with the background, hope it isn’t too eye-grating

Nobara copium save me save me Nobara copium come back norb

[adlamu]

explaining shit (cut cuz it's very fucking long).

Right, so, erm... Like I said on my OC-Blog, the long and short of is that I finally got out of a 7ish year-long abusive friendship two weeks ago, and while I'm feeling loads better now, things are still a bit iffy because I'm still getting used to being out of said abusive friendship.

Basically: this person would tend to use me as a kind of punching bag a lot of the time or, like, an outlet for everything and anything that could have and had gone wrong for them. They'd also do a lot of things to hurt me (sometimes intentionally, sometimes not intentionally) and then, instead of taking any modicum of accountability for their actions, they'd blame everything on their BPD/mental health in general + basically gaslight me into believing that's exactly what it was and that I was always (and I mean, pretty much always) in the wrong for setting them off because of how I'd said something or tried to understand what they'd been saying to me. While I obviously had my moments of being snippy/a dick/etc because of my own mental health/other shit going on, I wasn't always the reason for their loud, violent outbursts, and I wasn't always aware of where they were at so I'd always be on eggshells with them (+ basically everyone because of them).

It got to the point where I'd started neglecting my own health and insulating myself from others (including my other friends a little bit, to be perfectly honest) because I was absolutely fucking terrified of opening an app I was messaging this person on in case they noticed I was online and demanded my attention, or demanded that I tell them I needed space from them for a specific amount of time - if I didn't, that would set them off; I called them out about that several times and they did effectively gaslight me and say 'but I do respect your boundaries' (or some similar kind of thing)... But then repeat the cycle after a couple of weeks' worth of actually respecting my boundaries + taking my comments/suggestions/etc on board. A lot of their gripes w/ me was a lot of concern trolling-type stuff (ie: getting at me about my sleep schedule, eating habits, etc. while knowing about but without really considering that a) something might be going on w me, b) my bipolar disorder having an affect on all of those things, or c) that my life did not, and should not have been, revolving around them, their schedule, and essentially being their therapist + parent all in one), or that I wasn't listening to them and that what I was advising wasn't going to help (but the exact same advice from others, notably, would help). They had violent tendencies, screaming and shouting at me through voice notes because I "wasn't listening". They'd threaten their own life, threaten to hurt themselves, threaten to hurt others if I didn't agree to sit and listen to them or do something to distract them.

They'd been pulling away a bit from me eventually because of them getting into a relationship (fine by me, go for it; I was very much supportive of it). We had been in a relationship together (a QPR of sorts because I'm aro and they're not) for the first few years of knowing each other - and I should have cut them off after I broke up with them when they violently spun out on me when I said that I was uncomfortable with marriage of any kind because I'm aromantic, let alone the idea of them trying to force me into a "green card marriage" so that they could come live in the UK, and their reaction was to yell at me and be repeatedly arophobic to me... But, you know, I was an idiot and after a few weeks of a break from one another, I agreed to be friends with them, leading to the rest of our time being the way it was - a toxic cycle that I was frightened of getting off of in case they did something to themselves/others. Then the last big blow up argument we had involved me being a bit snippy because I'd just woken up and them spam messaging me (again), telling me they were going to hospital because they were coughing up blood (they weren't, and my mood dipped to mild annoyance when I figured out what was actually wrong). I apologised for being snippy, explained why I was snippy, explained that I'd woken up from a PTSD dream which probably did not help the snippiness, and they blew up spectacularly, calling me all sorts of things - the way they'd usually do - but what had me actually cut them off completely was when they sent me voice notes wherein they screamed at me Repeatedly and told me to end my life Repeatedly because I'd frustrated them + essentially outright said that my problem wasn't anywhere near as pressing as theirs was and that I had to put my stuff aside to devote my time to them and their feelings... Then repeatedly told me to end myself again, so I told them that I hoped they got better and that they find happiness, told them to not contact me anymore, then blocked them on everything.

It's been just over two weeks since that and I'm feeling a lot better now that they're completely out of my life for good. That said, I'm still getting used to that and navigating shit in my own head because of what that friendship did to it; I'm still struggling a bit, but I'm feeling better - more positive, and like I can actually get my shit together properly. I'm optimistic; I'm finding myself talking to my (real) friends more, I'm finding myself being far less insular/frightened of opening messages, and I'm able to put my thoughts in better order.

Sorry it's a long, rambley read, and sorry it's so heavy - I'm not often heavy but I needed to get this out of my head 100% for good so I could properly move on. Big, fuck off sorry to my mates who've been there and not really known the full extent of shit; sorry I've been kind of an insular dickhead, and I'm sorry I didn't actually reach out to anyone and talk about what was going on properly. Things are gonna get better, even if I have to fight God to do it.

Have an Alan x Puppet History meme for funnies/pickmeup: