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That feeling when someone says, 'You didn't trace that?' when you show them your drawing. My school's counselor was watching us when our teacher had a two hour fucking long IEP meeting and I showed her my drawing and she said that. I hated that so much! I hate when people assume all art is just traced. I'd NEVER trace art and claim it as mine. Ever. I'm sorry, but people who assume all art is just traced, you annoy me. I can't not think back to that memory of my school's counselor and not feel the burn of hatred when I think about it. It bothered me so much when she said that.

any other autistics daydream about their special interests during particularly longer work shifts to get through the day or am i insane

Uh yeah

Heloooo

Hi!

Dez thing. There will be more parts since Tumblr has limits to the amount of photos each post.

Destiny and Dexter are half Greek, part British. They're mother is a child of Thanatos, so they have a little bit more Greek 'blood' in them. Okay, DNA. They definitely have slight gold flecked in their blood.

whats ur favorite musical?

Epic the Musical:] I love anything Greek mythology!

And Hamilton:]

FNAF Theories?

Maybe: the bite of '87 victim was tearing apart Funtime Foxy(? I don't know if Mangle is Funtime Foxy. This theory I wrote a year ago but the theory itself I knew since years back.) and the repair folk got tired of fixing him so they just let the kid rip her apart, becoming Mangle, and Mangle finally snapped and took a big bite on the kid. Kid's Cove turned into some Mix-and-Match play area after the destruction of Mangle. The Mangle bit out their frontal lobe. Possibly survived... Someone can live without a frontal lobe. Ask Phone Guy. Or don't, because he's probably very dead!

Also: C.C.(The Crying Child, Michael Afton's younger brother) lost his frontal lobe to Fredbear, went into a coma, died from The Nightmares when he was in the coma. Died (possibly) on his sixth birthday. Or after. Depending on how long he's been in the coma, but the point is- he got severely injured on his birthday.

But then, there are some things on that the '87 bite victim was a security guard named Jeremy Fitzgerald, and lost his frontal love. He was moved to the day shift, and must have been doing something to Mangle, causing her to last out. Don't hurt Mangle! He did nothing wrong. FNAF has a thing for lost frontal lobes. FNAF Theories.

This is just my thoughts and theories that I heard about years ago, and stuck by them since.

OOC

Reblog if you are okay with people pestering your characters about literally anything

This is Kobie. He's my D&D character. He's a Tabaxi druid. I'm not entirely sure how backstories must be made in D&D, but I was watching a Bluey video that came in my suggestions, and it was about Chilli having a miscarriage. It's sad, but... I wanted to incorporate that in my story with Kobie. Like he has an older sibling or something that never made it out of the womb. It hurts to think about that stuff. I want to put that into my story, but having a character who I can never flesh them out is frustrating and devastating. Because they are dead. It's sad to think about a child who never got to grow up and be a person.

'You're skulking through the woods at MY camp; why wouldn't I ask who you are? Really, you're the stranger here, and you're trespassing.' I glare at him.

Open starter rp: Unexpected Visitor.

Look- Nothing about Camp half blood was normal. (At least not to mortal standards.) Saytrs played volley ball with campers, Dryads helped serve meals, and monsters roamed certain parts of the woods.

But today was a bit more…Weird than normal.

You had decided to take advantage of the fact that Chiron hadn’t ordered any monster for the woods in a while, He had been busy with new campers so the woods should be relatively empty and safe.

As you wandered the woods you heard footsteps, and heavy breathing.

Somthing or someone was near by.

You turned around, weapon drawn and to your surprise (and relief) It wasn’t a monster- It was a boy, who was probably around 15-17, he had a pale complexion, shaggy black hair, and Dark brown eyes, He wore white pants, and a simple long sleeve top, Both stained with dirt- On the left sleeve of his shirt was dried blood.

The boy quickly raised his hands in surrender as he eyed you, Looking at you, and then your weapon.

What do you do?