hi im vivid i post about what i like :0)

adult | they/bun | ask 2 tag | i will probity post about undertale (+aus), minecraft, flight rising and anything i think of

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ok ok first post that isnt a reblog

hello! my name is vivid, it’s nice 2 meet you! like my blog description says, i’m an adult who uses they/them and bun/buns pronouns, and it’s nice to meet you :0)

i post art here sometimes but im not very active

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color sketch commission for @truly-vivid !! thank you so much 🫶 im really proud of how this turned out !

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this is a fishy oc i havent come up with a name for yet or anything but i love them!!! i got a first design draft from my friend @dandy-doodles after giving her 3 emojis and this drawing is me putting it in my own style. it was rlly fun!

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this is my dnd oc nadir they're an air genasi wizard! they're adventuring because they got cursed by an evil wizard to be landbound and unable to float or fly, so they want to undo the curse!

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completely sober in the club jumping out of my seat in fear at the sound of losing my minesweeper game

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~ hamantha, hamantha, you were impossible to ignore...

(click for better quality! image description included :3)

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Anyways, support black transgender people before it's too late. White queers will throw them under the bus in the blink of an eye.

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her name is Norma Lee

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i miss my baby blanket

but i know if i found it again it wouldnt smell the same

mum said she wouldnt throw it away, and i do believe her, but that doesnt make this any less painful

its been missing for years now, its kind of like a dull ache. i

got used to it, but when everything is quiet im reminded of it.

kinda sucks.

i dont really remember the smell of it anymore, but i know it was my smell, and it was home smell

salty crisps and raisins and maybe a bit of ice cream or milk

it was a soft smell, i think

a little like clean cotton and fresh sheets and all my teddy bears

and it smelled like all the times i reluctantly gave it to my mum to wash after she

nagged me about it enough

though, to be fair, it probably would have smelled way worse otherwise

if im getting real sappy, uh

i think it smelled like cuddling up to it every night, and holding it every day. i remember i hated leaving it behind when i went to school

i miss it so badly that it makes my stomach churn like im sick

but even if i found it again... it wouldnt be quite right

(i think it would be small against my hands)

(i think it wouldnt smell the same)

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i really like headcanoning queen as a xenomorph! what do u guys think?

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ive been mildly obsessed with like. a fusion of spamton and muffets concepts recently and so i made this!

related puns/wordplay:

world wide web

spammy being held up by strings -> webs perhaps?

idk its not very fleshed out but i thought it could be cool. also shes wearing a leather jacket like neo

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i'm conducting an experiment. everyone who's from an english speaking country state your country, regional area and what you call the following images. i need to see something

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this is my sans oc boba hes very cute and i love him! i probably should have given him shoes but we ball

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this is chloe shes a cool sphynx i came up with her name by looking at greek names since shes a greek sphynx and i felt like chloe was also a very american name which felt fitting since opossums and saw whet owls are american animals

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i made a thingy ! pls let me know if shes too bright so i can tag for eye strain

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you're in the habit of denying yourself things.

if someone asked you directly, you would say that you love a little treat. you like iced coffee and getting the cookie. you drink juice out of a fancy cup sometimes, and often do use your candles until they gutter out helplessly.

but you hesitate about buying the 20 dollar hand mixer because, like. you could just use your arms. you weren't raised rich. you don't get to just spend the 20 dollars (remember when that could cover lunch?), at least - you don't spend that without agonizing over it first, trying to figure out the cost-benefits like you are defending yourself in front of a jury. yes, this rice cooker could seriously help you. but you do know how to make stovetop rice and it really isn't that hard. how many pies or brownies would you actually make, in order to make that hand mixer worthwhile?

what's wild is that if the money was for a friend, it would already be spent. you'd fork over 40 without blinking an eye, just to make them happy. the difference is that it's for you, so you need to justify it.

and it sneaks in. you ration yourself without meaning to - you don't finish the pint of ice cream, even though you want to. the next time you go to the store, you say ah, i really shouldn't, and then you walk away. you save little bits of your precious things - just in case. sometimes you even go so far as putting that one thing in your shopping cart. and then just leaving it there, because maybe-one-day, but not right now, there's other stuff going on.

you do self-care, of course. but you don't do it more than like, 3 days in a row. after that it just feels a little bit over-the-edge. like. you can't live in decadence, the economy is so bad right now, kid.

so you don't buy the rice cooker. you can-and-will spend the time over the stove. you can withstand the little sorrows. denial and discipline are practically synonyms. and you're not spoiled.

it's just - it's not always a rice cooker. sometimes it is a person or a job or a hug. sometimes it is asking for help. sometimes it is the summer and your college degree. sometimes it is looking down at scabbed knees and feeling a strange kind of falling, like you can't even recognize the girl you used to be. sometimes it is your handprint looking unsteady.

sometimes it is tuesday, and you didn't get fired, and you want to celebrate. but what is it you like, even? you search around your little heart and come up empty. you're so used to denying that all your desires draw a blank.

oh fuck. see, this is the perfect opportunity. if you had a mixer, you'd make a cake.