#2020 was a long year

[pemprika]

Moon Phos/Invasion arc Phos in Chinese Mafia AU... imagine...

after almost one whole year of receiving this ask, i finally present this crude sketch of triad au moon phos dressed in cheongsam.

i suddenly felt like drawing this au again! this moon phos was fun to think about... i imagine their body would be more tatted around the neck, arms, and legs.

more recent sketches on my side twitter here

[millenniumcrows]

Prince of the Night 🌙🗡️

[socialistexan]

Oh would you look at that, we were sold a bunch of bullshit misinfo about Kamala Harris's prosecution record by a phony news article boosted by known right-wing grifter and darling of both Jimmy Dore and Donald Trump, Tulsi Gabbard!

I agree with the OP, 45 people sent to prison over drug offenses is too many! But it's also not the "thousands" that I keep seeing spread around here to this day.

ACAB, obviously, absolutely, but use your critical thinking and research skills, folks.

[cappydoodle]

more doodles of this bc it's in my brain now

[incorrect-batfam-quotes-mostly]

Pulling up to therapy with the list of trigger warnings for my life so my therapist doesn't cry again

[roominthecastle]

Siegfried x Audrey feat. "Take Me to Church" by Azra.T @ 5000letters

[that-butch-archivist]

"Tess was a performance artist and part-time jewelry maker who now worked as a set designer. [...] The first night we spent together, I taught her to knit — my classic seduction technique (High Femme Camp Antics, or HFCA) — and about frisson, that carbonated feeling that accompanies a crush. We stared at each other for a long time, unblinking. Because I knew that this otherwise might take forever (lesbians!), I finally asked Tess point-blank if she felt a frisson for me (HFCA). In response, Tess kissed me hard, with teeth. I knew she wanted to fuck, but I pushed her hands away dramatically when they crept under my skirt (HFCA). I told her that I didn’t typically sleep with people so soon (HFCA), which was true not for any real reason but because I was privately humiliated by my body (HFCA). Instead of letting her fuck me, I scratched Tess’s entire torso with my long, pink fingernails (HFCA). “Her fingernails drifted down my neck, across my shoulders,” Jess Goldberg, the butch narrator of Stone Butch Blues, says of a high femme whose camp antics thrill her. “I’d forgotten the sheer pleasure of a high femme tease.” “Your fingernails are full of frisson,” Tess said as morning light began to stream in through the window above her bed. “I know,” I said. I recently read a collection of funny stories by Lesléa Newman, high-femme chronicler of dyke life in the 1990s (the materialistic, shopping-addicted Golden Age of HFCA). In one story, a butch named Flash arrives to pick Lesléa up and take her out to dinner. Flash politely tells Lesléa that she looks nice. “The average femme would have taken that to be a compliment,” Lesléa dishes. “But this high-maintenance femme hadn’t spent the last two weeks shopping for the perfect outfit and the last seven hours bathing, shaving, bleaching, filing, polishing, combing, brushing, drying, moussing, spritzing, spraying, and applying five pounds of makeup to have all her efforts summed up in one little four-letter word.” Flash’s flimsy compliment doesn’t satisfy Lesléa’s desires to be seen, appreciated, and worshiped, and so Lesléa starts from the bottom and works her way up, prompting Flash to compliment her shoes, her miniskirt, and finally her hair in a grand, shimmering pyramid of HFCA. But even as she performs satiation, Lesléa is insatiable. Her antics fail at getting her precisely what she wants from Flash, because there’s always something unsatisfying about getting what you want by asking for it. Lesléa’s desire glows from within the frame of her HFCA, distilled and exposed and unmet. Can I Come Inside, my high-femme sex game, deals primarily with unmet, outsourced, and circumnavigated desire. In Females (2019), trans lesbian critic Andrea Long Chu argues that femaleness is a universal, existential condition rather than a gender or a sex — a condition of being and of consciousness that involves letting others do our desiring for us. At stake in Can I Come Inside, as well as in HFCA at large, is a femaleness that both craves and rebels against its tendency to outsource desire. In playing Can I Come Inside, I, like Lesléa, ask Tess to do my desiring for me, and Tess in turn defers her desire to me: the game is strictly my desire, one that she insists she does not share. Even though it mandates a performance of aggressive desire from Tess, there’s no doubt that Can I Come Inside is about my desire; it’s my game; I make the rules."

-- An excerpt from "High Femme Camp Antics," an essay written by Jenny Fran Davis. (Emphasis in bold my own.)

[beano5]

Returning 2 my roots

Also HAPPY BIRTHDAY EDDSWORLD (4 days late soz) !!!

[causeimanartist]

It's my 9 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

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First drawing on this blog versus most recent - time sure has flown by! Thanks for 9 years of shenanigans

[star-ocean-peahen]

botw nostalgia is going to be incredible. its already built around feelings of melancholy and grief and memories of things that will never be the same again

[buttercupart]

i’m trying to get out find a subtle way out not just cross myself out not just disappear

(redraw)

[musubiki]

Have you ever considered putting Lime in that one sleeveless turtleneck that DIO wears?

oh you mean like this (very old art but IT HAS BEEN DONE!!)

[glosshobi]

someone’s light, someone’s smile ♡

[chicago-geniza]

Took so much codeine I had a psychoanalytic insight about the nature of eroticism while processing, answering the phone, and operating the register at the same time. I need to start taking edibles again

[junespriince]

Bart: hey, babe, what would you do if I came home with a box full of bunnies?

Kon, eyeing the box Bart is holding: what's in the box, Bart.

Bart:

Kon: Bartholomew, tell me what's in the box.

Bart, looking away, sass activated: I think we both know what's in the box, Kon.

[stardestroyer81]

In the tags of my previous post, I mentioned that the prime reason behind Hydro Man's redesign was so that I could have a portrait drawn of him for the finalized version of Mega Man Ultimate's stage select, and seeing as I haven't shown its updated version since 2020... here are the eight robot masters of the Synth Legion in all their glory! 💙🏳️‍��️✨

(Psssst! You can find individual pins of every Synth Legion Number's portrait as well as a full stage select shirt over on my RedBubble store!)