#DM rules

[genericpuff]

So if anyone wanted to message you, what would be some boundaries?? Or would you prefer not being messaged?? (Sorry if that sounded weird)

DM's are fine! My main rules are:

1.) Don't message me anything that would get a person blocked (so just a general "don't be a dick" rule LMAO)

2.) No requests for custom art, I balance enough projects as it is so unless you're willing to pay for a commission (which I don't even have open right now but maybe some day lol) I'm not gonna have time to draw even more stuff for free for people, sorry 😅

3.) Text dumping is fine but no trauma dumping please !

4.) Please don't be worried or upset if I don't respond right away, sometimes it takes me a day or two to get back to DM's :' ) I'll get back to you as soon as I can!

5.) If you want to DM me resources on Greek myth content or whatnot for the sake of research/discussion, that's fine, but please don't be up in my DM's demanding I do any one specific thing with Rekindled, it's still just a fan comic that I'm making in my free time and bending to every little request is part of what caused the downfall of LO's quality in the first place LMAO I will definitely take friendly suggestions though as I've seen in my asks inbox or sharing of interesting resources 🙏💖

6.) Kinda goes hand in hand with #1 and #5, but I'll say it anyways: I'm not gonna be a party pooper when it comes to criticism of Rekindled, but stick to proper discussion posts, not to DM's. I don't think it's ever good form to message someone directly with criticism, that includes Rachel no matter how much we riff on her work on our own blogs. If you want to post crit of Rekindled, please just make it a post and use the #lore rekindled hashtag paired with a crit hashtag/label so we can know it's a crit post! Don't DM unsolicited crit to me directly, thank you <3

[sharkbabe0318]

DND rule number one: don't seduce the bucket, you will have bucket kids and will have to pay back child support.

DND rule number two: if the dm wants you to pick up the shiny death scar crystal, don't

[oddeira]

blog rules

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this page discusses, posts and reposts nsfw content. if you are not 18+, i ask that you do not interact in any capacity with this blog. this includes responding to posts and communication via inbox.

with that out the way, please allow this page to be a safe space for our wildest thoughts about our favourite fandoms and the people/characters within them. do not judge others and please be respectful.

inbox and dm rules

anons are so very welcome.

feel free to send in random thoughts, feelings, comments, opinions, prompts, anything you like really. i'm always up for a little chit chat. i only ask that this is kind and respectful <3

now go!! go explore the page and find something to occupy these free five minutes you have!! why are you still reading this go go go!!

[thisismenoww]

Have you posted your rules on messages or dms? If not what are they?

Hi anon!!

I don’t have too many rules around dms and messages,

- No minors (truly y’all shouldn’t be on my page). Please have your age your bio!

- No nudes please

- Please don’t be worried if I don’t immediately respond. I have a hard time responding sometimes because ✨ anxiety✨

- Overall don’t be an asshole (racist/homophobic/TERFS, xenophobic, ableist people can unkindly fuck off)

This definitely isn’t a complete list. This may or may not be updated whenever I feel like I need to add or take away something.

[unlikelypandahologram]

Just got back the second part to the first chapter of my Optima comic! Link to the first part is here, and the artist is ErikaGSkerzz. The third (and final) part of this chapter will be up next month. 💞 A big thank you to everyone who's shown support for this! I didn't expect it to blow up like it did, and I'm happy to know so many people love it. 💖

EDIT: The third part is here!

[curapicas]

This is dungeon meshi. "I don't want the meal you're offering" might be the cruelest thing a character gets to hear.

Well. Maybe second most cruel...

"I won't offer you food again" might be worse

[brothbones]

who up fucking with they gender

[adumbdeer]

SCREAMING TO THE VOID-

Jrwi Riptide enjoyers!!!! I have looked everywhere for the list of what we know of the pirate code so far- I know it’s at least five- I think

If you know anything please lemme know!!!

[kirstenly]

Pei Ming "hoho" emote for your use in Discord and Chat servers

[inkskinned]

im having a particularly terrible night with urges and imagery that i dont know how to handle. i gave in to some things. held back on some others. but im barely holding on, dear internet stranger.

you do not owe me your time or your words.. but if you could write some hope into existence for me.. i would be unendingly grateful to you.

please. tell me how you do it. tell me how you survive. because im not so sure i can get through the fifteen days it'll take to get to my seventeenth birthday.

could you please give me something to place my faith in? i dont think the universe is watching out for me anymore.

i don't usually answer these, because i am not a professional, and you deserve professional help. when i was 17 i was terrified of the idea of professional help, because my household was extremely unsafe, and made it clear that if i ever chose to get help, i would be punished for it.

i hope this is not your case. i hope that you can call someone, and they can take you where you should go.

but i will give you the advice that i wish i got, when i couldn't get help at 17, when i was so bad that years later, i literally don't-know-how-i-survived it: what you want is peace, not death. your brain is sick. it has romanticized an ending where there are no consequences. where effort isn't necessary. where you can just... forget.

you want peace. that is a normal, human thing to want. maybe it feels more like you want quiet. or just... to take a break for a second.

here is what i will say: to end yourself means you never get to experience what it's like to actually be happy. i thought i knew what it was like, and i was bitter about it. i'd say - i've been happy, it's not worth it, because i didn't know what i was missing. i thought that happiness meant having a partner or having a job or money or a college degree. it sounded like effort. it sounded like something that had to happen to me.

for the first time in my life, just this week, i was able to go to a concert and just-enjoy-it. no liquor, no drugs. just stomping my feet and getting caught up in it. i didn't feel nervous or self-conscious or overwhelmed. i just had a good time. these days have a lot of these firsts for me - it is the first time i can eat cake without crying. it is the first time i can be around an exacto blade without supervision. it is the first time i have too many people to call when i am crying.

i can't tell you where you'll run into happiness, only that, for me, it started once i was out of that fucking house. it started once i figured out where the pain was coming from. once i figured out that i was not possessed, something medical was wrong with me. that i am not stupid or lazy, i have depression and adhd. the first few years were difficult. at 19, during my efforts to recover, i actually got worse by a considerable margin. and then, with time and patience - i got better.

happiness doesn't feel like what you think it will. in movies it's so golden and all-encompassing. but it doesn't fly into your hands when you buy your first car nor does it arrive in the arms of a partner nor does it require passing your classes. happiness came to me on a tuesday in the form of a red-winged blackbird, and i looked at her, and she looked at me, and i said - oh. the whole world suddenly filled itself in with color. like i had been forever-asleep. like every corner of every room was suddenly glistening.

it ended quickly, back then. it just stopped in to check in on me. but it was enough - this thing i had never experienced, but that i knew (logically) could happen. before that, i was only staying because it would make my mom sad if i died. that was my only reason. and then the happiness came, so strange and brilliant and lovely that for years i couldn't even look at it directly.

these days, things are so different. life is so much easier. i don't wish for death because so much of what i have is already at peace. my boss understands when i need a mental health day. people in general are less prone to high school drama. entire communities hold my hand and have my number. i have a car and a dog and a little apartment garden and candles on all available surfaces and today i bought myself a little cake just-to-celebrate-nothing. my body is my own and we are both dancing.

there are so many things i've gotten to taste in the last 10 years. i know, for you, that is an eon, because it's more than half of your life. but if it helps? in the 5 years between 17-21: i filled myself with laughter and love. i got to be a lead in a ballet and got my first tattoo and then my second and pierced my ears the way i'd wanted to (one of them professionally the other over a hot stove with a potato) and i discovered hozier is my favorite singer (i know. he was new back then) and i got my first real job and my first real paycheck and i hadn't ever been seen as smart but then i started to actually treat my adhd as a condition rather than a burden and people started saying you're like the smartest person in the room and my best friend met her husband who i will one day stand next to as maid of honor when he is her groom and i got to help people and make a stupid blog called "inkskinned" and find out that writing is actually my passion and that maybe i'm actually kind of good at it if i just practice and i got to meet my parents' dog (his name is kaiju) and i slept on couches and kissed people and tried new things and learned how to breathe without feeling my chest tighten and that peace is here, on this planet, that peace echoes everywhere, it is in my hair and my homework and my houseplants, it is quiet and divine and mine because i fought for it and i built it and yes i lost hair over it but holy shit the whole world feels like it is shifted through a sunbeam

recently someone asked me if i could go back in time to 6th grade, with all the knowledge i have now, would i? and without thinking, i barked absolutely not. i know i should say it's because i wouldn't want to risk losing any of this stuff - but really it's because i would never survive being a teenager again. it sounds incredibly lame and impossible, fake - but being a teenager was the hardest thing i ever did. i had no voice, no control, only fear and hatred.

but i did survive it. nothing about me is special. nothing about me is stronger than you or better prepared or more efficient. i didn't survive it perfectly. i made a lot of mistakes and lost a lot of friends and harmed myself in ways that i'm still recovering from. but i did survive it. and there is a part of me looking at you in the past and saying - i'm you in the future.

and holy shit. every day. every goddamn day i'm glad we survived to see the rest of it. because you hit 18 and everything changes. like, everything. and holy shit, it is infinitely worth it.

[widebruh]

[posalis]

thinking about the couple of divas armand and daniel must have been on night island...

[ndostairlyrium]

they painted the minis, time to play with them u-u

[countxcrimson]

Some older doodles- YGO X Monster High ‼️

[brothbones]

appeasing the masses with more butch kaiba (aka me and everybody who liked the last butch kaiba pic)

[paintedmage]

I FINALLY GOT MY HANDS ON THIS THING

Showed my friends and my boyfriend the album art weeks before I bought it and boyfriend immediately said "Of course he(Kaiba) has a blue eyes white guitar". He's slowly learning the ways of the Kaiba. 🤣