I'm About to Lose It, but I'm Doing Fine YouTube video by Frugit - Topic

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Ooh. A new song.

Thank you algorithm.

I don’t want to forget this idea for my oc if I ever get around to her again.

With her power being basically an infinite inventory, if she’s anywhere near anything like shadows rings, she drops her entire inventory or just falls like a tungsten cube.

… I hate being in my skin…

I can’t sleep…

Thinking how I’ll end up a computer mother to children the rich don’t want…

I went down a deep rabbit hole and I can’t find the right asmr to calm me down. Why does every asmr artist insist on water sounds? It’s so gross…

Id be amazed if anyone else here grew up with the knowledge of an ms paint amv of a riolu finding his father in a song called “oklahoma” or any of the three Eevee dance parties where foxes are rejected from entering (although stitch the alien is allowed)

(… not dead. Just hurting. Don’t look into my ooc account if you don’t want the trauma dump but I legit don’t know how to handle my first divorce..)

… I’m going to try and drag myself back onto doing blendr after work. I want to see if I can find a SA2 character model and use it as a base to make a low poly viv.

I drew this outline probably an year ago now at this point.

Count down for me as I rest and know what I mean when I say I love you all so much.

I’m not ending my subscription, I just really need time to figure myself out… and everyone here helps so much…

[Gift] Fanart for @drawmeariver.bsky.social // @sewingfriendships.bsky.social

Merry Christmas ♡ 🎄 for being such a good friend ❤️‍🩹

#fanart #sfw #draw #ragatha #tadc #digitalcircus

seriously, someone pay him like… 400k so he can have me off his hands and so I can stop being blamed for his problems.

a cartoon character with purple dreadlocks and a blue button on her eyes ALT: a cartoon character with purple dreadlocks and a blue button on her eyes

ive been caught. wish me luck on getting therapy.

Vivian and Ragatha are on hiatus until I shoot myself or get a divorce.

I can’t believe I’m living with my mother again.

I am in hell.

Sits to the right of the fish.

Further right are some small paintings, an employee only door, and a bathroom.

The bear snores, completely ignoring the orange space-man as they freely explore the art pieces.

One painting has a bunch of black and gray stripes that make a void in the middle.

A more abstract statue of what looks like a fish sits on the back left.

A small branch with three paper birds—>

Vivian stares into a small book of cards she’s collected from artists who have sold in her shop. She tosses down two. “Welp, that’s 4 months of no updates.”

The bear let out a soft groan, looking up at the windowed entryway. “Ugh… hi?”

She rubbed her eye a moment, flipping the switch on her table to let them in. “Come in. Don’t break the merch…no flash phrtgrphr…”

Her face slammed back in her arms, passing back out.

Vivian was asleep in her shop. As much as she was dedicated to her work, she never seemed to take breaks.

Stress was making her more and more tired, even on the days when there were no customers.

Yes this is actually me

Vivian was distracted on her phone as she was open on a holiday.

“C’mon! Momma needs a second win for that diamond Amy skin!”

With the shop all set, a small Christmas set up surrounded the walls of the art store.

Vivian was busy in the back room contemplating killing her boss as she found an elf costume with a form-fitting dress.

Vivian was curled up by the employee only door, sitting under the small paintings she usually told for cheap.

The small bear kept feeling smaller with each guest that entered her shop from a different world.

Like she’d be able to afford telling someone that though…

Vivian closed her shops door, heading off towards the city to get some food. She shivered and rubbed her arms, trying to fight the cold. A little sign in the window says the store will be open again in 2 hours.

Dude I really need a depression diagnosis….

“RRRAH!” Vivian barely managed to wedge a crowbar into a box in front of her store.

Now she dangles a few feet above the ground trying to use her entire body weight to open the wood box.

(… working retail for the holidays and moving apartments is a very stressful thing to do… Im sorry for what I said when I was very tired…)

Vivian was staring out the window, watching as she flicked the open sign on and off curiously to see if it would catch anyone’s attention from the street.

(I expected more “I miss my wife tails” eggman and can see sideshow-bob peeking in. Not complaining. I’m still new to being my oc instead of Ragatha)

The bear sat out front her shop, shivering as she waited on a delivery. She seemed very tired.

“Come on. Where’s the winter pieces? I can’t be selling small paintings again…”

“Oh god, you can talk! Okay!” Vivian flinched, leaning against her broom as she caught her breath.

“Nice to meet you, ribbon. Sorry for thinking you were feral. My names Vivian.”

@ribbonsylveon.bsky.social

Vivian hesitated a moment seeing the bright pink dog near her shop. Sure it was a sturdy building, but she wasn’t that sturdy of a bear to deal with neon magic blasting beasts.

She poked the ribbon dog with her broom handle. “Hey! No! No battling near the merchandise”

Vivian was staring out the window behind her. The day hadn’t been that busy, but she was annoyed that it was the holidays.

Vivian seemed even more confused, hiding her sketchbook behind her as well as she tried to get an idea of how any of that involved each other.

“Well, I guess I’ll take the mom compliment? My names Vivian.”