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wandering-forestss
6 months ago

wonderful

The comic consists of 18 images. Each image is drawn with a light, yellowish-gray background, and is accompanied by a small, faintly colored doodle and a line or few of text. The text in the first image reads, "An old cat's words to systems who feel isolated from the others, unseen, or otherwise invalid: My name is Yellowfang. It is a pleasure to share my thoughts with you." (End text.) The drawing shows a cat sitting amongst a small patch of flowers reminiscent of daisies. The cat is, as described, named Yellowfang. She is an introject of the character of the same name, from the series, "Warriors". She has dark-grey, nearly black, fur, with a flattened face or muzzle. Around her muzzle is lighter grey fur. (End ID.)
The text in the next image reads, "(Underlined.) A disclaimer: (End underline.) This post is not meant to be diagnostic. You should still meet diagnostic criterias for DID or OSDD in order to have it. This is only meant to refer to the different ways that DID or OSDD can present itself in those with it." (End text.) The drawing in this image is the same as the previous. (End ID.)
The text in the next image reads, "I feel comfortable saying that my system is one that is majority made up of (quote.) uncommon (end quote.) functions and qualities. Each one has made us feel a little more insecure and troubled, wondering, (quote.) Does this invalidate the rest of our experiences? (end quote.) (quote.) Are we truly a system if we do not experience things exactly as everyone else appears to? (end quote.)" (End text.) The drawing shows a feminine-presenting person, the original poster's system's body, standing, and facing, off to the right side. They are wearing a black hoodie, and their arms are crossed underneath their chest and most of their face is obscured by their mid-length, reddish-orange hair. However, what can be seen of their face shows discontent eyes. (End ID.)
The text in the next image reads, "Some of these differences... such as not having a headspace, memory blackouts, or even a host... prevented us from knowing we were a system for many years. We disregarded the possibility time and time again due to the lack of these seemingly (begin italics.) essential (end italics.) experiences." (End text.) The drawing is of three people. On the right is the system's body from the previous images. The other two are undefined humans with no distinguishing traits or features, other than a general form and mouth expression. The two unspecified humans are smiling and engaging in conversation with one another. Meanwhile, the system body from before is not engaging with them, and is instead appearing depressed or left-out. (End ID.)
The text in the next image reads, "But even after we acknowledged we likely have OSDD-1b, these differences weighed us down, making us feel as though we were faking what was happening to us." (End text.) The drawing shows the back of the system's body and the faint silhouettes of, presumably, the two unspecified humans from the previous image. The system body is reaching out to them with one hand, but the other arm is chained to something out of frame. (End ID.)
The text in the next image reads, "However... we came to peace with them in time. In long time, perhaps, but in time. With great time and exploration were we able to speculate and make sense of why we function in some of the ways that we do." (End text.) The drawing shows part of the chain from before, however there is a break in the middle of it, separating it into two. (End ID.)
The text in the next image reads, "In honesty, our differences brought us to respect and care for ourselves much more. It allowed us to acknowledge how even the smallest of struggles throughout our life, and the tiniest of details about ourselves can web together to create such intricately and frighteningly effective ways to help us survive." (End text.) The drawing shows the back of Yellowfang's head off to the left, with the main focus being on another figure. This figure is a feminine humanoid-owl, an introject of Octavia from "Helluva Boss". She is wearing a black jacket and a beanie with a crown over the front of it. She is holding her hands together out of view and smiling off to the side. (End ID.)
The text in the next image reads, "After all, being a system is for survival, not for convenience. It is convoluted, frustrating, with seemingly endless questions and concerns! And it may not always be so clear and straight-forward. Is this something you see yourselves in?" (End text.) The drawing now shows the front of Yellowfang's face. She has a slight smile, but is otherwise just looking forward fondly. (End ID.)
The text in the next image reads, "Maybe... you have never seen your personal experiences discussed amongst other systems. Perhaps it hasn't bothered you, if so, or maybe it has?" (End text.) The drawing shows an unspecified human standing off to the right, shrugging nonchalantly. To the left are several empty text boxes with a few exclamation marks. (End ID.)
The text in the next image reads, "Perhaps you are a very large system. Perhaps you are a small one." (End text.) There is two drawings to correlate to each sentence. The first one shows a large number of small doodles of humanoid figures. The second shows only three. (End ID.)
The text in the next image reads, "Maybe not much about your system makes sense to you. Or maybe most things do?" (End text.) There are two drawings, similar to the previous image. They are set next to each other. They are both two unspecified humans. The one on the left is shrugging with a frown and confused expression on their eyebrows. The human on the right is holding two items in both hands; one is a unlabelled notebook, and the other is a notepad with one page flipped over the top. (End ID.)
The text in the next image reads, "Maybe you have introjects, or are one, who is nothing like your source. Or, perhaps you are near-identical to it, like looking into a reflection." (End text.) Like previously, there are two drawing to represent each scenario. Each drawing shows a view of the back of two figures, presumed introjects. The first one is a girl with a black high-ponytail. The sides of her head are shaved and are white. She has dark skin with lighter patches across some areas, though most is out of view. She is wearing a headpiece and armored shoulders, with one black sleeve down one arm. There is a red diamond on the shoulder of the sleeve. The second introject is a grey animatronic wolf with thick, fluffy white hair with green dyed in the front. She is wearing a red top and has piercings in one of her ears. (End ID.)
The text in the next image reads, "Perhaps you have a very complex, intricate inner world. Or maybe your inner world is compact and simple. Maybe you have no inner world at all." (End text.) There is two drawings to correlate with the first two scenarios. There is space left for a third drawing, for the final scenario, but it is left empty with no drawing. The first drawing shows a large landscape, focusing on a lake with a few small houses. It is surrounded by a forest, with mountain peaks and city buildings in the background. The second drawing simply shows a couch beside a door. (End ID.)
The text in the next image reads, "Maybe your system splits very easily and often. Maybe it takes a great lot for you to. You may function one way, or another, or a mix of both, or something that is entirely different." (End text.) There is two drawings to represent the first two sentences and scenarios. Each is a drawing of two small doodles of humanoids. The first shows five, with one slightly leaned forward as if in distress. The second drawing has only two humanoids, with one also leaned in distress. (End ID.)
The text in the next image reads, "You are doing wonderfully, whichever you see yourself in, or any other that I could not include. That is what is so important to me... my inability to include. I could sit here for hours, detailing all the different possibilities for how systems may function, and I will still never be able to capture it all. It seems no two systems are exactly the same, even when they may appear to have overlapping experiences on the surface." (End text.) The drawing is of four flowers, each in different colors. One is not yet bloomed. Two of the flowers have four petals, and one only has three. (End ID.)
The text in the next image reads, "It is not pleasant or fair what led us to be the ways we are now. Being a system... It can be so dreadful and miserable, yet sometimes wonderful and comforting, and other times absolutely terrifying. But the fact that you are here now, despite everything, surely must show something. These little differences you may have-- you may not see it, but I believe that they contribute to what strengthens you. You are strong because you are here." (End text.) The drawing is the same as before, but the image has become slightly more transparent and less visible. (End ID.)
The text in the next image reads, "Treat yourself with the love and respect that you deserve. Do not insult yourself and your strength by negatively comparing your individual experience to another's. You are no less, and no greater, than any other system." (End text.) The drawing is of Yellowfang, slightly bent forward with her eyes closed and a stem of flowers in her mouth. The flowers are various shades of pink with wavy-shaped petals. (End ID.)
The text in the next image reads, "You are wonderful, and I am very proud that you are here to read this. I want you to be proud of this, too. You are here. You exist. Just know that out there is a mere old cat rooting for you." (End text.) The drawing is now the stem of flowers on its own. (End ID.) The comic ends.

i don't know if we will leave this up, because we aren't sure if it comes across how we would like. but the alter who wrote this, yellowfang, has wanted to create it for some time, so we opted to try.

we, once again, apologize for any art style inconsistencies. the comic artwork itself was worked on by several of us.

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i quite like this.
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giraffesnakes
10 years ago
My Friend Is Writing A Story Because I Asked If She Could Write Me A Story For Me To Make A Comic Of

My friend is writing a story because I asked if she could write me a story for me to make a comic of or something, this is the main character Artimus aka the Wolf

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for a story my friend is writing she's writing it for me because i asked :d the wolf artimus i quite like this. art artists on tumblr drawing black and grey pen wolfs traditional
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chewingthescenery
3 years ago

continually wondering if i'm a ghost is my aesthetic.

DROWNING (IN SEVEN STEPS) : A POEM

DROWNING (IN SEVEN STEPS) : A POEM

never thought i’d see the day when i posted poetry on here, and even more, never thought i’d see the day when i posted two poems in such short succession. but it happened so here’s another poem! you may notice a running theme of death and ghosts in my poetry, which is unintentional lmao but is why i named my collection “house ghosts”. anyway i hope you enjoy!

transcript & taglist under the cut.

TRANSCRIPT

step 1: falling

we tumult through the air, slashing birds out of the sky and geese out of the water. we might have fallen off a bridge or a boat or a skyscraper, but whatever it was it all wound up here. we grasp for each other as we fall, but don’t reach each other before we hit the water.

step 2: sinking

when we sink under, only waves can wrench us apart. it’s oddly warm, oddly comforting, the way the bubbles slip between our lips and funnel through our lungs. we breathe water and water breathes us.

step 3: struggling

we cough water and we splash around. sunlight prisms on the surface of the water but doesn’t reach our skin. it’s cold here, its warm here, time doesn’t exist and time is everywhere. we scream and the sound is lost in the blare of water. we weep and our tears are just an extension of the ocean.

step 4: accepting

this is the end, there’s nothing we can do, all we can do is heave, heave, heave, let the tide wash over us and maybe one day we’ll brush against the shore. maybe one day they’ll bury us in a seaside graveyard, or maybe one day we’ll haunt the place we last lived, haunt the people who watched us die but didn’t follow.

step 5: remembering

we think of the times when we sat on chilly balconies, watched dew form on leaves just before dawn, watched the sunrise and the sunset and the sun in the middle of the day, even though it hurt our eyes. when we took solid ground for granted and never thought we’d die like this. we never thought we’d die like this.

step 6: sleeping

we’re lulled by the tide, our heads bob in the current and seafoam knots us in froth. we are unconscious but we still see the water, rushing in a steady wave over our soft eyelids, fingering our raw skin. we see the light drumming on the surface, and in these moments it’s unclear whether its a dream or if its heaven.

step 7: drowning

all this longing and waking and sleeping and time is getting on. we cannot live forever without breath and water fills our lungs quicker. saltwater seeps into our cracks and itches our skin. we sleep and we don’t witness our own last moments, but we can tell we aren’t here anymore. suspended in a water, sinking or rising, we know it’s only seconds before we break the surface.

general wip taglist (pls ask to be added or removed!) : @gracestowewriting @flip-phones @shaelinwrites @chewingthescenery @august-iswriting @dallonswords @wildswrites @nodeadnarrators @annlillyjose @shaonharryandpannisim @letsgetsquiggly @strangerays @mel-writes-with-her-dragons @teaandtypewriters @kahaaniyaa @coffeeandcalligraphy @47crayons @writing-is-a-martial-art

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the 7 steps of losing hope i quite like this
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