#(still no idea how to tag em)

[w2nv]

Hi

[mintypsii]

one piece x steven universe au where instead of being a crystal gem, luffy is sort of a rogue who flies around in a spaceship adventuring through space and making/recruiting friends on different planets and gem colonies, he was inspired by earthlings and now he wants to live freely without the constraints of gem roles and expectations (tagging this with #gem piece)

[luck-of-the-drawings]

OH ARTHUR BENNETT.. such a gorgeous and intriguing character. terribly burdened by a GRUESOME set of crimes, his light suffocated by a HEAVY century of GUILT. so tragic, so dark and broody, and yet PAINFULLY awkward in any social setting ever

[kindaasrikal]

Sometimes i make fanart and think ‘wow, this one specific person would love it!’ And its happened multiple times with many people and i still don’t understand why i feel disappointed when Ive barely shared two words with these people when they don’t see it at all.

[dearmizumi]

Angst potential angst potential angst potential angst potential—

I love them I'm not letting go of them anytime soon nuuh they're my bb now (should also make digital art too, got too many pencil doodles ajsbsjb)

[heckyeahobjectbattlecity]

redrew my humanizations last month all that matters is that i made evil layz emo

[fandomandangstlover]

c!Lava investigatin' why his friend can't enter the Server he's in anymore, while said friend is there for emotional support.

aka c!Box is watchin' c!Lava play on the BO Server because he can't play on it himself.

[recallback-art]

Recent commission I did for @adony-eets-bugzz of their guinea pig, Chobonnie.

This is the first commission I've been able to do in almost a year or more, so it was really a delight to work on!! Especially as it was not only different from what I normally draw, but it felt good to work on a very sentimental piece for someone.

Always a great day when both you and the commissioner are real happy with a piece.

[irregularbillcipher]

going over old fic notes and outlines and character talks with friends and it's always really funny when i get to the stuff i was developing early-mid 2019 where bill just literally kept kryptos around to rag on, and he genuinely just. did not like the man. like was just completely annoyed with his general existence. boy have things changed

[sovaharbor]

what did i do to deserve an ibs flare-up at 11 pm.......

[eissaphir]

I know we read "The Count's eyes gleamed, and he said:— 'Listen to them—the children of the night. What music they make!' " and thought he's an idiot for being so obvious about being a vampire but honestly?

If I were Jonathan I wouldn't think much of it and get gleamy eyes too. Bc yeah, it may be worded in a pretty weird way but is he wrong?

[astrxealis]

THE ZERO THEME OMG DARLING HFJSBFJD ITS SO PRETYYY >//<

THANK YOU SO MUCH BAE

[rainbowe-hoarde]

theres @/hannimatior 's puppy and kitty plushies for gender and sexuality at least .! they are also making plushies for autism, adhd, disability and i thiink there will be other disorder plushies.?

though i love your idea of basing disorder plushies on positivity and such, and the idea of selfcare plushies.

would love to see design concepts from whoever has ideas.! -crow {it/red/he}

since the creator of Plushie Dreadfuls have been outed as a pretty shitty person (supports ABA therapy and thinks pansexuality is "a phase"), i'm proposing an alternative.

dog plushies that represent different genders, sexualities, conditions, etc...

as for the ones that represent conditions and disorders, instead of portraying them as "sickly" or accentuating the negative aspects, they would promote positivity and self-love.

also there could be a line of "self-care" plushies. like a meditating dog, a journaling dog, an art-therapy dog, a personal hygiene dog, etc...

the plushes could still have a quirky and even a "punk/goth" aesthetic to them, but by and large their message would be optimistic and hopeful: that everyone is deserving of love and understanding.

perhaps i should design a concept for one someday. i don't know how to actually make plushes, but i could draw up some concept art!

[selvepnea]

I can't believe that cigarette post made me look into vapes u_u

[tame-the-lion-writes]

tomboy reader x 141 - shopping

(Light warning for reader being self-conscious and insecure about her femininity.)

For the longest time, the boys of 141 don't see their tomboy teammate as a "girl." Not maliciously, of course, but it simply doesn't cross their mind.

It's not that you aren't pretty, but they're so conditioned to see you as "another one of the guys" that they don't spare a passing glance. You don't exactly dress up, either, and they haven't seen you in a skirt or dress. Nor do you have the most feminine interests--at least not that they know of--because their time with you is spent shooting at enemies, covered in blood, and kicking up dust. In short, the usual masculine tendency to see women as precious or dainty doesn't kick in. Because you're anything but.

Because you're a soldier.

In a way, you've grown to love it and hate it. The feminist side of you craves that respect and treatment as an equal. The other side of you, however, whatever the label may be, craves the idea of being wanted. You want to dress up nice and be small and cute. You want to wear heels and fluttery skirts and bows. You want to feel so sweet and sugary, that you could curl up in the palm of someone's hand--not afraid to be vulnerable and adoring and soft. Because you'd trust that person to still love and care for you, no matter how weak you allow yourself to be.

You never bring it up, though. At least not until Price asks if you have anything to wear to some fancy event, where you're stuck with a good old dress code.

"Yeaah... about that," you say with a sheepish smile. "Might have to get time off base to find something, sir. Don't think the pantsuit from my friend's wedding is gonna cut it."

"You don't got a dress? Not even one?"

"Was never the most comfortable in 'em, sir. Besides, I'm saving up for a house," you shrug. "I'm not out to buy some thousand dollar getup or jewelry." (And therein, beneath, lay the denial that if you didn't try to look feminine, you wouldn't look ridiculous doing so--imitating something you could never be.)

"Ooh, we should go shopping," Soap suggests with grin, leaning forward from his seat on the couch. "Think ol' Ghost here needs a bigger suit, anyway. Put on a few pounds--"

"Soap--"

"--of muscle! What--you think I was shaming ya?"

You roll your eyes, an anxious heat burning in your cheeks. "I can handle shopping myself, guys." And you didn't want them to be judging you for anything you put on.

"Oh, please, Gaz an' I are used to tagging along with our sisters," Soap continues, wrapping an arm around his fellow sergeant. Surprisingly, Gaz agrees with a nod.

"Not saying that you have to take us with you," Gaz starts, "but waiting outside a dressing room a couple hours is nothing."

"Long as we get food, of course," Soap adds.

"Well," Price notes, clearing his throat, "I'm in need of a new tie, too, so seems like it's settled. Ghost--and you?"

The masked man lets out a grunt, arms crossed on his recliner.

"... New suit."

Cue a little, "Ha! I knew it," from Soap. As well as Price filing for a one day vacation from the base.

** * **

You can practically feel the eyes trailing after you and the boys while you walk through the mall. Soap is loud enough as is, and combined with Gaz, both make for a pretty face. Then there's Ghost who just towers over everyone and looks like a cryptid with his mask, and Price who follows with the charm of an older gentleman. A posse of bachelors, that is.

You pick at the hem of your sleeve as you walk ahead--the default leader for today, seen as despite the boys' side quests, the main quest was you. Dressing you up in an elegant dress. Finding you matching heels and accessories. Making you look pretty and presentable.

So now you're here, standing in the dressing room of a fancy first-class boutique you could otherwise never afford--if it weren't for Price's insistence that, as your captain, it was his responsibility to make sure you looked "dapper." You smooth out the off-white creme of the skirt, staring in the mirror; you think you look pretty enough, and the pearl earrings add a certain charm to your otherwise plain features. (Though really, you're stressed that you'll seem more like a child playing dress-up--riddled with the self-consciousness of a girl trying imitate her mother, looking back at the gaudy mascara and smudged lipstick across her cheek.)

But there's no stalling. No more taking forever. The clock is ticking, and you either be judged for how you look, or judged for wasting time, or breaking down in refusal. (You know they'd never judge you--they're good men, you know--but still. You'd pick at your sleeve again if it was there--)

"Ready," you call from behind the curtain, taking a deep breath before stepping out into the light.

And all your fears melt away when they stop their banter to look at you, and their eyes widen--then soften--at the sight.