#I SHOULD HAVE DRAWN IT DIGITALLY DAMN

[lalalalalalakakakak]

Yesterday (and this morning) I failed to make those cute Vox's shimeji work on my pc (the lil Voxs that should run all around your desktop)

I was super sad but I did this doodle with a pen while installing and uninstalling java trying to make it work

[eye-spy-an-eye]

I hopped on the train and did some Ariana Griande fanart! I gave them a somewhat alt appearance since I feel like they would collect all sorts of bits and bobs. Not pictured here are chicken socks.

[chkn-kit]

MAN.

[mtcloudsworld]

𝐷𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑁𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑡

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 | +18, mdni, making out, fingering, I did edit it but in case of any errors, ignore it :)

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑 | like, comment, reblog, enjoy lovebugs!!! 🦠🩷 Also, check out RED HOOD'S MASTERLIST

"When's the next time I can see you?" You were hesitant to ask, considering he had a busy schedule and the last thing you wanted was to sound so desperate and needy or trying to squeeze herself somewhere in his busyness.

But Jason, however, was willing to work around that, for you.

"Whenever you want to see me," he observes you fishing through your purse for your keys.

When you've already had them in your hands, you lock eyes with him about to say something in response. When you look up and lock eyes with him, you feel stuck underneath his striking gaze. Your head tilts in adornment. The beautiful sparkling blue was darker than before. Striking and alluring all at once. You wanted to look away, but were too drawn in. He gave you the kind of look that should intimidate you. The kind of look that makes you feel like you're seen thoroughly.

The kind of look that should warn you that now may not be the time, that you should wait it out, see if this is something you both want. If you were something he truly wanted. It was the kind of glare that admired every little detail along your face, the kind that made one's mind think of unholy thoughts when put under a spell of attraction and lust. And while removing the curl from your face, the feeling of his fingertips brushed along the side of your face made you want to lean into his touch. Your eyes begin to shift between orbs.

"Stop looking at me like that." You whispered, not intending to but by the proximity you both were in you felt so shy and small before him. A light smile curls to the end of your lips as you feel his hand smoothly slip into yours, his long digits slipping between the space of your own to then grip your hand gently, his thumb rubbing along the back of your hand to ease your jumbled nerves.

He cocks a brow in amusement. "Like what?" He was acting clueless now, innocent, as if his eyes weren't just undressing her and thinking about pinning her against this damn door.

"I'm just looking." He states, with feign innocence.

There was a hint of mischief in his eyes, one that knew exactly what he was doing but simply wanted to tease you just to see you squirm and act all shy.

"No," you shake your head slowly, smiling a little, "you're not just looking, you're looking... catch the difference?" You ask with a squint tilting your head like a dog trying to figure out the puzzle.

Can he tell the difference?

He chuckles.

"Could you honestly blame a guy? It's kinda hard not to when you're looking like this." He says lowly whilst eyeing you entirely.

"Mm, mhmm," you nodded slowly, humming in understanding and feeling your cheeks heat up as you rubbed your glossy lips inward.

He wanted to kiss you.

Your mocha glossy lips were just calling his name.

The night was only young, and so far, a simple hug, hand holding and brushing of the shoulders and knees were the only contact you had both received.

You were enticing, tempting in the most intoxicating way.

He didn't have the right to force you into anything if you weren't ready, he had self control but he was trying his damn hardest not to smash his lips on yours. You were so beautiful and he loved everything about you from the inside out. You were pure, genuine and sweet. How could he pass on an opportunity like this.

You were the prime example of treasure.

He didn't want to come off as pushy or crude, eager, he wanted to still figure you out, sense if the vibes were there or if he was just imagining things...

But...you wanted him to, just as badly as he wanted you.

This tension between you was getting out of hand, it was making your body weak, anticipating for him to just take the lead.

All night, any time he did something so sexy of the bare minimum or his hand was along some part of your body, your thighs were clenching and unclenching like clamps. Your mind swirling like a tornado. Heart beating at a 110.

If you were being honest this whole "taking it slow" thing was starting to fade in the background.

The more y'all stood before each other, staring into each other's eyes. Hunger and thirst, consumed you. The more you wanted him to touch your sizzling body and take you right here, right now.

The more you were deeply invested at the idea of his touch and the taste of his mouth.

You wanted to know what his hands would feel like roaming all over your body, up the split of your dress to the band of your black lacy thong where he could possibly dip his fingers between your soaking folds and feel the heat cupping at the palm of his hand.

You were curious of how his lips would feel against yours. On your neck, where he could feel the pulsating surface against his tongue as he tastes your coco butter lotion along his buds. To hear your whiney wishes and breathy moans sing in his ears as his fingers thrust into your sobbing hole.

To feel your warmth surround him, coat him with your arousal and treating you with delicate care.

Shit, you were dripping just at the thought of it.

You didn't realize your eyes were nowhere near his face as you felt your body heat up by the promixety of his body. You noticed his fingers gripping your chin gently to push your head up and meet his gaze.

Of course there was lust and longing pooling in his but there was also a deep need for you that you couldn't describe in words.

His thumb brushed along your bottom lip as he examines the gloss smearing with each swipe, he hums, "They're so pretty." He addresses subtly, not caring that something so sinful might slip from his lips or that his words might be blunt for the moment.

He could practically hear your breathing become irregular, not out of fear, but expectancy.

"They would be even prettier with your lips on them." You say bluntly, not expecting those exact words to spill from your mouth and speak in such a soft and sultry tone...

But it gained his attention, didn't it?

A subtle smirk arises to his lips.

"Is that what you want, sweetheart? For me to kiss you?"

"yeah, but...you want it just as much as I do, don't you?" Your bodies were pressed against one another with his hands planted at your hips, wanting nothing more than to inch closer to the roundness of your ass but keeps it respectful.

"Hm," he groans, clenching his jaw, "I don't wanna rush." He says leaning his forehead against yours, watching as your noses bump against one another.

"That's fine," you promised, "we don't have to, we can take it slow." Your smile is appreciative, glad that he was still considerate, stroking your thumbs along his pink tinted cheeks, "and if we do, then...that's okay too, I give you permission to be gentle and caring with me and making me feel good."

With acceptance and consent, he leaned in to attach his lips to yours. Jason didn't feel you hesitate nor flinch at the soft, plush of his lips. You completely welcomed him, invited him to take the lead. It was deliciously slow and deep, you could taste the white wine on each other's tongue as he slithered between your lips.

God, did his tongue feel heavenly on yours, I mean everything felt heavenly to you but this felt different.

You felt your back press against the door. Your hands dragging along the plains of his shoulder blades, fingers wrinkling his button up with their grip to eventually move towards the napes of his hair. His hands, calloused and warm, venture near the split of your dress, just how you predicted it.

Your leg creeps up around his hip pulling him closer when you feel his hand caressinc up underneath your thigh to then knead up around it towards your hip bone.

He frowns.

At first, he thought you weren't wearing anything, but the more he investigated beneath your dress, the more he felt the band beneath the pads of his fingers. You detect the way his fingers drag closer and closer to your center, the prolonged feeling made you antsy and eager for him to just touch you already.

"Jason--"

"Shh, I know." He smirks chuckling to your pleas.

He starts to run along your clothed center, feeling a wet patch of your arousal stick to your clit. Just like his lips, his fingers roamed. Consumed by his warmth and affection, you neglected the fact that you were still in the hall way of your apartment complex.

Clearly neither of you cared if anyone spotted you getting fingered down by the most charming yet feared man in the city. Or that you were calling his name between bated breathes, letting him know just how good he was making you feel, how badly you needed him.

And you would whine, beg for him to just take you.

And although he wanted to react in shock, he plays it cool. Planting a kiss to your lips, he pulls away with the simple instruction to "Open the door, baby" before licking your juices off his fingers.

The moment the door was open welcomed by dim lighting from the lamp by your couch you squeal in surprise by the feeling of his strong hands hosting you up over his shoulder, kicking the door shut with his foot and carrying you to the bedroom.

Piece by piece, articles of clothing are discarded. The room was filled with loud moans of his name stuck on repeat, the headboard banging against the wall, rounds upon rounds, you were positive your neighbors were probably fed up with your shenanigans by now. Cursing underneath their breaths. Wondering who in the hell this "Jason" could be and why he was fucking you at this time of the night.

By the fifth round, you were both fucked out. Sheets in a disarray, skin to skin contact with their bodies aligned, breathes calmed down.

With the window cracked open for the city's noise to seep through, the warm wind blowing past the curtains and the fan blowing lightly on rotation. You were both in and out of sleep, in a daze, contently satisfied with knowing this was gonna be a forever thing.

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[blakecarlyle3]

Hello. Power eventually came back, and I finally finished drawing. Is it the best thing ever? No. Am I proud of it anyway? Mostly. I've drawn pretty much completely digital for a few years now and it was quite the experience to get back into.

This is my Darlin' oc. Their name is Sage. I can answer more questions if you have them but right now, I should sleep.

You can still see the damn guidelines just ignore it pls im too tired to fix it

[clatterbane]

The hard-earned medical PTSD around the diabetes has actually been gnawing at me pretty hard again. I got assigned to a new endocrinologist, since the one I was seeing moved back to Croatia.

So, this one already just switched my fast-acting insulin prescription to a cheaper generic without saying anything--which would be fine, except there were actual dosage reasons that I was prescribed the other format to begin with. I figured I might be able to get that fixed through the portal, explaining the deal there--but, there's not really much point!

Because I then got an appointment e-summons for the end of the month, with a confusing bloodwork note attached. (They're not sending a physical form this time? It's somehow supposed to be available digitally?! Where and how, or wtf to do at all, is not explained. This is the first time ever for this to come up, and I've gotten too much blood drawn here!)

I mean, I knew this was coming at some point. I would have to see whatever endo they gave me, which is sobering enough in itself. Unknown doctors are always enough of a threat to your life and wellbeing--even more so when they're gatekeeping important shit like insulin--much less when you're already feeling jerked around in a couple of ways before you've even met them.

That is sadly not exaggeration. Source: My entire medical history around diabetes back in the UK. Didn't make it out with both legs, and I'm only alive because I am so damned stubborn.

Will this one be a giant asshole? That remains to be seen. Have I been nervous about the idea of going in to find out since I got the appointment notice? You betcha.

I just want them to keep out of my way and reliably give me my insulin. Up to this point, they have mostly been doing that because whatever I've been doing has consistently led to unexpectedly good numbers. I really hope this is not going to be one of the controlling ones who looks for things to browbeat you over (even if it's their own stupid assumptions about What You're Doing All Wrong), tries to ride your ass about your weight and/or food intake compared to whatever they have decided is Right, decides to interrogate you about every random out-of-range reading they spot over the past 6 months (what bad choices were you making at 4:06 p.m. on February 5?), and/or just goes changing treatments that are working great around for no good reason. There are so many other shitty possibilities, but those do seem to be common diabetes failure modes. Regardless of type.

At any rate, we shouldn't always have to be ready for some kind of fight, just going into the damned doctor's office. This should not have such a high chance of turning adversarial. Just trying to stay alive and healthy as possible here, thanks!

[yukopikopiko]

Imagine having 1000 ideas for Nuzi art and not being able to draw it bc I suck at drawing digitally.

Amazing Nuzi artists : uhhhh I ran out of ideas …

Me: i has many but i cannot draw good 😭

Damn should I just give my ideas away??? Yes I should :3

I want my ideas to be drawn honestly. I pray to god that nuzi artists see this so I can start giving them ideas for doodles 😭❤️

My first idea was Uzi and n in a restaurant and Uzi is basically feeding N I IMAGINED IT AND IT WAS CUTE.

[asmoshoebox]

you know i love those dash simulator posts but it would be silly to make one for bvm haha

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cashier at hot topic yesterday said he liked my shoelaces but he seemed really genuine and i was wearing my boots with the gay laces so i just fistbumped him and walked away. do i deserve to be drawn and quartered over this minor social faux pas yes or no

#prev LMFAO #keep doing it

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the only thing worse than applying for jobs is interviewing for jobs what the fuck was that phone call ??????? i swear the guy (?) sounded like they were literally dying. prolly just a smoker though 💀 i hope this gig works out man i dont feel great about it

#the good news is my bubbe is coming to see us next week :) #becks personal log

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WHY THE FUCK IS GAS SO FUCKING EXPENSIVE IM GOING TO EXPLODE EVERYONE ON THIS DAMN PLANET

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they don't know this post is about the hearse running out of gas on the turnpike last week. with. you know. things. inside of it

#wtf misnis

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dude qhat if there was a way to make like. so so you knwo how money s madeup right .well wht if it was worse

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like if isnteadof it being materials we assign arbitrsry value ot based on manufactres scarcity wht if it was digital adn the value was based onlike uniqhe digital signaturess and algorthims qnd all the value came fromn specualotye invensitmetn instea d of anything REMTOELY real lmfaooooooo

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Date of Origin: March 3, 2009

#who keeps bringing this back lmao cryptocurrency is already dead

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girl help there's a cosplayer on the bus rn in FULL monster mode it's SO FUCKING COOL and also HOT

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they did like an eldritch double face thing and the makeup is impeccable, it looks so real that i just. i just wanna lick it. "i saw you from across the bus and think you're super intimidating, can i bite you?" but genuinely !!!!!!!!! also they're like suuuper gnc which makes it one morbillion times sexier. god. definitely drawing them when i get home

#woagh that sounds rad as hell. and soooo valid op #like. i just want to eat a demon out and die with its talons inside me #and frankly i dont think thats too much to ask

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"oh, i don't think you're ready yet," he says, pressing a broad, calloused finger against your dripping cunt. "i wouldn't want to hurt you, after all.....

Keep reading

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new blog same fat wet manhole! they will never kill me in a way that matters!

#asmo originals archive #i miss my old url smh

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rly loved the dusk over campus tonight 🦇

#omg slay #gothcore #goth #aesthetic #alt aesthetic

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bee butts. you agree. reblog.

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#bestie why are you polling tumbler about this #personally id keep it #makes a great tactile stim

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might change my name again. i like damien but it just doesnt feel like me anymore idk idk

#i dont understanddd it just feels Wrong #sometimes i feel like theres really smth wrong with me man #and not in the goth way #like im goth i know that but being a goth guy is just. blegh #goth girls just have so many more options for looks it's not fair

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We're coming.....and we hope you will too...

This Saturday at the Moonbeef Cafe in Chambersburg, Pennsylvania

#BE THERE OR BE SQUARE

[alphagodith]

wizard requests!

see that button up there that says "Ask Alpha(wzrd reqs open)"? that's my ask box, and 'wzrd reqs' is short for 'wizard requests'! what that means is, you can send me a drawing request, prompt, or question for one of my favorite wizards via that button, and i will draw it/the character answering it, for you, for free! (but if you enjoy my art, tips are certainly appreciated)

applicable wizards;

wizardmon/wizarmon from digimon adventure (1999) anime and xross wars manga

vivi ornitier from final fantasy ix (9)

lonely wizard/blue mage/lonely wizbot from inscryption (the video game)

my own wizardmon oc, who is an au/fan continuation of the canon one, from a wish fulfillment/self-ship fanfic of mine that i probably will never publish despite it being pretty damn detailed. tldr of the fic is that ghost-seeing self-insert brings wizardmon back to life after the canon story ends. everyone is all grown up, digital world is at peace, and wiz has been dead for a bit over 10 years. has 'what does it mean to be human/alive', 'light cannot exist without dark', and 'learning to live for yourself' themes.

my wizgato fusion

my wizardmon/vivi ornitier fusion

and maybe suggestions for other wizardmon fusions- tho be aware the rights to the designs i create stay with me. if you want me to design something for YOU to use/own, you'll have to do it as an actual commission, not an ask box request.

the only requirements for requests are that you be polite, the main focus be one of the aforementioned wizards, and the prompt be brief enough that it leaves some room for me to interpret it my own way. other than that, anything goes! i might twist an idea that makes me uncomfy into one that doesn't, or post something against tumblr tos elsewhere instead of in the ask response, but i won't judge.

these are not fully custom illustrations- i am not drawing a specific scene based on a detailed description. you're just giving me an idea to play with. if you want something super specific, or more detailed and polished than a sketchy doodle, you'll need to pay for a commission. you also do not have permission to upload these doodles on your own accounts- only reblog or otherwise share direct links to my own post.

and no, anon is not on, because people always abuse it. however, if you are shy and just don't want your name publicly attached to your request, or don't want me to verbally/textually respond to the ask and just want the art, you can mention in your ask that you want to be anon and i will post my 'answer' with your name and avatar cropped out. (but you should make sure to check the tag regularly and/or have dms open so i can send it to you, since you won't get a ping/notification when i post it like you would with a regular, non-anon ask)

all asks are tagged 'ask alpha' and wizard requests are also tagged 'wzrd req' and/or 'wizard request doodle'. you can also find more wizard (and other) art by me under 'drawn by alphagodith' if you want to see what a more polished piece by me looks like.

[shares-a-vest]

For @batboysxprompts 'Bat to the Bone' Steddie Flash Event

Expanding on THIS drawing I did ages ago (don't look at it, it is the first digital thing I've ever drawn and I did the pixel thingy wrong). I really only have three different ideas turning like a rotisserie in my head.

"Aw, come on, Steve, they are so cute!" Robin chimes as she scratches a small, fluffy bat behind the ear with sickly affection.

She is sitting on the floor by the coffee table, hand-feeding the thing from an upturned ziplock bag of mixed nuts and dried fruit, the pile spreading every time she goes to it. Meanwhile, Nancy spins around, watching as three more critters circle her, chirping away in unison and periodically dipping to rest delicately on her hand like she's a goddamn woodland-dwelling Disney princess.

"Why don't you like them?" Nancy adds, like she hasn't made this argument each time Steve has complained about the flying nightmares over the past two months.

He folds his arms, watching on from the archway into the living room.

But he doesn't stay standing in dramatic defiance for long because he is soon moving to slap away one bat coming for his arm, the one that always goes straight for a nibble on his biceps.

He can't tell any of them apart physically, even though everyone else can. Including the girls who have a rotation of names for the dozen or so bats that Eddie has "doing his bidding" or sends out "for protection" or whatever other excuse he has for them living in Steve's house 24/7.

At least they had enough sense to stay up in amongst the exposed wood beams when his parents were home a few weeks back.

"What the - "

Steve babbles incoherently as another (which Dustin so unhelpfully named Bat Steve due to his predilection for hair) comes swooping, landing directly in his hair. He knows better than to remove him because Bat Steve will hold on for dear life and tangle himself up to nest there.

He ignores him - as best he can ignore a literal bat brushing away at his hair like he's combing it - to continue, "So what happened at work today was perfectly fine, then? How are we supposed to explain that to Keith?"

"Just tell him a pigeon flew in through the door with a customer when the door opened and pooped everywhere," Nancy shrugs, ever the one to come up with a lie on the fly.

Robin clicks her fingers in agreement and points a finger at Nancy, "That's a good one."

Steve rolls his eyes, "Yeah a pigeon shitting red berries everywhere makes a whole lotta sense!"

He swats away Bicep Chomper again as Robin offers up more berries.

"Here you go," she coos, leaning in close.

"Maybe you should stop feeding them!" he snaps, turning heel into the entryway so he can use the hall mirror and figure out how to detangle Bat Steve.

Three others follow along, hovering around him in a flapping halo as he looks in the mirror.

"God damn it!"

He gesticulates wildly at his reflection, huffing and whining at the sight of a red smear on the collar of his predominantly white polo. He turns to look over his shoulder and, sure enough, there are more drip marks down the back of his work vest too.

"I need Eddie to wake up so he can take them while I shower," he whines, speaking more to himself than the girls who are now cooing in baby-talk to the bats still in the living room.

He is about to continue extracting Bat Steve when a laugh drifts down the staircase.

The bats go flying upwards. Except for Bat Steve, who merely attempts to do so but gets a claw caught up in a lock of Steve's fringe, giving an eye-watering tug as he goes. Steve grabs him and yanks him clean out, along with a few precious stands. At this rate, Bat Steve is going to send Human Steve bald.

"Come to your Vampir Master," Eddie commands in his Dungeon Master voice as he throws his arms wide.

He cackles when they each land along his right arm.

Steve rolls his eyes at the supposed Master. A joke everyone around him, all being nerds, ran into the ground. It honestly wasn't that funny anyway, considering the only real differences between Eddie before and after coming back from the Upside Down as a vampire are 1) no sunlight, 2) drinking blood, and 3) a bunch of unruly bats flapping about.

He opens his mouth to start up the laundry list of complaints he had been reciting since the bats pooped their way through his place of employment just after lunchtime. But Eddie smirks at him and winks.

Okay so maybe Steve enjoys the whole Master-Vampire boyfriend thing on occasion. He shakes his head. It just cannot be right now...

Eddie bounces down the stairs, lowering his arm and Bat Steve comes straight back.

"Eds, tell them to stop!" Steve dry sobs, sounding utterly childish as Eddie descends the stairs.

Showing Eddie-level dramatics wasn't exactly the game plan here but, with Bat Steve burrowing back into his hair, he can't help it.

His hair!

"Come here, Cordelia," Eddie coos, gently lifting Cordelia out of his hair.

But the relief is short-lived because now Steve can feel a critter crawling up his back to rest on his left shoulder. Oh no.

The others are very annoying and, in Cordelia's case, painful. And overall yeah, being followed around constantly by your vampire boyfriend's bat squadron is potentially life-ruining considering the carpet in Family Video is now covered in bat poop stains.

But this one (aka, Bitey) bites.

He points to his shoulder where he can hear Bitey chirping away, readying itself to attack, "At least stop this one!"

"Samwise, come with me, darling," Eddie instructs, reaching forward and flattening his palm.

Bitey (there's no way Steve is calling him anything other than that for now) retreats behind his neck, hiding. He does this a lot, the little shit.

"Sam," Eddie warns sternly.

The bat inches forward, clearly reluctant as Eddie plucks him off Steve's shoulder, a claw catching on the fabric of his polo. Eddie raises his hand so Bitey is at eye level.

"Stop biting. Only I get to bite Steve."

[losttoygirls]

tw: mentions of mishi-mishi drama.

here is a reminder that dark content has a right to exist as long as you acknowledge that whatever is going on there is not justifyible and should not happen in real life.

yesterday i got called out on hypocricy in that one post that blew up. quote: "how can you say that everyone is allowed to have fun and then exclude someone who's having fun (aka mishi-mishi)". it was probably stupid of me to engage in a discussion, but like i don't have a pr team watching over me and hr ain't in the room, so.

creepypasta is a fandom that is based on stories about serial killers, murderous entities and whatnot. and while yes, it's a fiction and you're allowed to let your fantasy roam free, you're kinda obliged to have enough common sense to realize that some things are just... not right to post. digital footprint is still a thing, you know??

in our age of desensitization to all sorts of nswf content, you still have to be mindful of what you're posting because - surprise, surprise! - like it or not, there are children out there. especially if you're a pretty known content creator whose audience consists of said children. for reasons, everything from this point as alleged (iykyk). you can't just drop some 18+ arts with underage characters (yes, they were aged up. to 12 and 13 years, btw.) and expect everyone to just roll with it. yes, you could argue that if you don't like it - just avoid it. you see, it works when you KNOW that this content creator does this kind of thing and can block them in advance. back then, no one expected mishi-mishi to post something like that and damn was i bamboozled when i first saw that shit. and this is exactly why the whole ordeal happened. let me clarify - mishi-mishi only stopped drawing this type of stuff because people attacked her. not because she realized that it's wrong and not because she changed. she said she doesn't see anything wrong with it, because sally is her character and she has every right to do with her what she wants.

yeah. you probably do. but don't expect everyone to just accept this. anyway, the drama is old, everyone moved on, but i just wanted to specify that everyone is allowed to have fun in their own way without being a damn creep who draws cp and insists that it's okay.

here is a link with the detailed description of the situation and proofs: https://holyshxtangel.tumblr.com/post/626608261533253632/u-dont-have-to-answer-if-u-dont-wanna-but/amp TRIGGER WARNING: IT CONTAINS THOSE SAID ARTS OF MISHI MISHI. ALTHOUGH CENSURED, I WOULD ASK YOU TO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS POST IF YOU’RE A MINOR.

personally i think that anything can be drawn or written to shine some light on touchy and dark topics, but as soon as underage characters are involved, you have to be SUPER careful and mindful of what you're doing. because otherwise it's just messed up.

if you don't support my opinion just block me like that commentator did because i am, in fact, a little summer child, a snowflake and i will throw a tantrum feat if i see one more person trying to defend this type of behaviour. mwah.

[thelunarsystemwrites]

Two friends.

Fell and Lust discover they had similar inner demons, and make progress working through them tonight.

This is entirely platonic.

[TW! Implied SA, implied CSA, internalized victim blaming, swearing, smoking!]

Fell and Lust were both sprawled out on opposite ends up the couch. Lust had dried tears on his face and Fell had a cigarette in his mouth, smoke gently swirled in the air.

"...So you... were... also..." Lust's voice was so tired, exhaustion took him over as Fell gave a gruff 'mhm'.

"...Damn, I-I thought it was bad on my end... but you were a kid?" Fell replied, glancing over to the skeleton on purple, who shrugged.

"Too be fair... atleast I've acknowledged I didn't... particularly do anything to deserve that..." Lust have a soft glare at Fell, not an angry one, but one that said 'I know you're denying it was as bad as it was.'

Damn, he really is good at even reading his own expression.

"No shit, you were a kid." The one in red decided on, leaning back into the couch.

"...And you were still a victim. Red." He sighed. "Being an afult... doesn't make it any better."

"Maybe," Red huffed. "But bein' below double digits makes it worse."

There was a short silence, followed by Lust going, "Red, you were still a victim.. I-I don't think we should be playing who got it worse..."

"Heh, still wanna find the bastard who did that to ya." He spoke with a grim chuckle, passing another tissue over to Lust.

As Lust reaches out for it, instead he gently took Fell's hand, getting his attention on him finally. "The hell?-" He muttered.

"It's not your fault."

Lust spoke with a gentle tone, it was a caring one. And yet Fell just gave a weird look to him, "I know?"

"No, Fell." A bit sterner. "It is not your fault. You are not to blame for it."

Fell pulled his hand back, looking down at it. "...I know that, damn.."

Lust frowned. "...Do you?" He finally took that tissue, wiping old makeup and fresh tears alike, voice edging on cracking. "Do you think that.. even if it isn't your fault it happened, y-you think you're still to blame for not stopping it?"

Fell sputtered, "Where the hell did that come from?"

Lust went quiet, "...Your expression, I suppose."

A pang of worry, and near guilt—Oh, and mild agitation shot into fell. "Is that where all that came from?"

Lust shrugged, adjusting to sit on the couch with his knees held up to his chest. "...I don't think you're to blame for anything of that degree."

"Do you think you are though?" He tucked a hand in his pocket, other fidgeting with getting the cigarette into a half way filled can of water.

"I... think you and I are blaming ourselves for different things relating to what happened." Lust eventually verbalized, voice growing sadder, as Fell frowned.

"...Alright, c'mere." He awkwardly opened one arm, much to the surprise of Lust. Though after a quick dumbfounded stare, he found himself crawling right up againest Fell.

"...I think you right pal, I think there's shit I should've done to stop it. And I think I still don't understand how the hell you could manage to blame a kid, even if it's yer'self." There was a drawn out pause, as he wrapped an arm around Lust's shoulder. "But I think I see where yer going with the 'ain't my fault' thing."

Lust made a small whine, "...Is it bad to blame myself?" He whispered out

Fell would've raised an eyebrow if he had any, but he didn't. "Morally, or just plain bad for you?"

"Morally." Lust mumbled. And now Fell just realized he can't just shit talk himself and then justify Lust... damn, he's being forced to allow himself some slack.

"Nah, definitely gonna wreck your mental health—But blamin' yourself ain't the same thing as blamin' someone else." Lust sighed, nodding.

"...Do you understand that too?"

Fell sighed, scratching the back of his neck. "Guess so? Ya kinda backed me into 'yer damn self love corner." He said with a chuckle, and that got Lust to laugh as well.

"O-Oh dear, we are far from self love..." He giggled, and had a sad smile... "...But I... would like to get there."

Fell paused, "..Ya, me too."

[Authors note! Might extend this if I post on a03!]

[bellhopping]

merry christmas fellas, here's my little summary of art

Generally I'd say I've improved a lot throughout this year. Got a proper drawing tablet, switched drawing programs, finally begun working on using more then one type of brush... it's certainly been journey! A journey with many ups and downs, but one I am glad I went on anyhow.

Under the cut is individual uploads of every piece of art in this image, alongside a writeups about their creation. Cheers!

[1/25/23, Medibang Paint]

Starting off with a pretty alright one, drew this to commerate the release of a game I'd been interested in for the past 4 or 5 years. I think it could use some tweaks, but for something drawn in mobile medibang I'm still pretty proud of it.

[N/A, N/A]

This is where my february drawing would go... IF I HAD ONE !!!

I did not draw much digitally in February, on account of my tablet randomly breaking right at the start of the month. I did draw some stuff traditionally, but I don't feel like fishing it out at this moment lol

[3/31/23, Krita]

One of my first proper drawings in krita, and of a character I should really draw more of. This was made for trans day of visibility & comes with a trans pride palette to boot, though I ended up choosing the normal palette since the other one kind of sucks. Also could've done better on the posing, but I was still getting used to the ins & outs of drawing tablet usage so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[4/22/23]

Drawing I made for earth day, honestly a solid contender for best thing I've drawn all year. I did pretty good on the pose, still dig the background a fair bit, & overall think the piece came out damn cool!

[5/12/23, Krita]

An expirement with line thickness, featuring one of my favorite ocs. Despite it's roughness you can tell I had gotten a hang of Krita's core functions by now.

[6/17/23, Krita]

Cover art for the prolouge of CAT-Astrophe Comic, the webcomic my brother & I have been working on. Overall been really happy with my work on the comic so far, I've slowly but surely been getting better at each part of the process and am still making good progress on pages n such ^^

[7/9/23, Krita]

Fanart of a character from a game, drawn for my pal Rinbin after they bought me Rain World. This single handedly inspired me to draw more robots, definitely one thing I 100% intend to follow up on next year.

[8/1/23, MS Paint]

Drawn based off of someone elses post, I don't remember what it was really. Honestly still really damn proud of everything in this!!!

[9/7/23, Krita]

Drew some snakes/snake adjacent pokemon for snektember. I'd say this is around the point where I "mastered" krita, by this point I actively knew how to use a majority of featues & had even begun downloading outside brushes.

[10/20/23, Krita]

Overhaul of a character I made & barely used in 2022, her name is now Olive. I based the whole squidog thing off of something in a dream.

[11/26/23, MS Paint]

Fanart of a webcomic I really fucking like !!!!! Not much more to say I just really dig this one, fucking love drawing in MS Paint.

[12/20/23, Krita]

And, as if to repeat last year, I end this one with a DreamSide main cast image!

Really proud of how much all of my designs have improved throughout the year, from the small tweaks to gigantic overhauls! I finally feel ready to take the next step forward, so to speak.

And that's everything! Thank you all for your time, and accompanying me on this journey. It was certainly a rough one in many aspects, but every year is rough for me so I've gotten used to it. See you all later :>

[shittyclive]

brief overview of my post UF/LF comic idea. thing. if people were interested. sorry if this is hard to follow i have disorders !!!

basically. i wanted to give extra character development to flora (and clive!) (i really like clive! sorry! you cant. you cant avoid him. i made this blog ABOUT HIM.) because as many people are aware. floras writing. is Bad.

i thought i could probably fix this by having flora and clive butting heads for an entire investigation (with flora actually pretty mad at him and clive feeling guilty but unwilling to drop his shitty guy facade) and also in general giving flora a spotlight! luke is in america but he sends letters to the professor and flora (and clive. i guess.), and he also gives them a phone call from time to time now that layton finally got a god damn phone in his office.

"why is clive not in fucking jail???" uhhh shenanigans. what if he just got sentenced to 2000 puzzles (this is more than all the puzzles in each mainline game combined) and layton volunteered to keep an eye on him. thats pretty much what i'm rolling with and i think its funny. clive Hates this arrangement, he thinks its Stupid and that he should be given much harsher punishment. which is true. i can give him so much guilt. anyways. basically he does jobs for the professor (paperwork, going through letters, tidying up) with flora.

the professor is There. i would like him to realise hes been hurting flora by leaving her out (even if thats technically for her own benefit). he has been pressured into letting her go on his latest mystery solving trip to Snowsburgh, a little town in laytonverse scotland that i made up. theyve been having weird robberies and the police (incompetent) cannot figure out whos DOING this. so someone sent a letter.

layton also brings along one of his students, my oc/self insert vincent (pretty much uses any pronouns). WHY? vincent is from snowsburgh and layton would rather not be a lost little bitch on this particular outing also i have to introduce gay people to the laytonverse with my blue hair and pronouns ass guy. okay. vincent is majoring in psychology but is also taking layton's archaeology class. for fun! vincent is really interested in this trip because its been a while since he's been at his hometown, and he is fascinated by the professor's autism. he is Also a fan of trying to get into the heads of known criminals. which is a cool and scary surprise for him when he realises "ohhhhh. ohhhhhh thats fucking clive dove."

while layton focuses on the main mystery, that being the snowsburgh robberies, flora begins to notice. some strange things about the town. footprints that dont lead anywhere, the sillhouette of a very... ratlike? figure? slinking away without a trace. anecdotes about some people who recently moved away, and someone who's been missing for a few months now. and that vincent is Really Weird.

she figures she should Probably bring up her concerns with the professor but... would he even listen to her? she had to get CLIVE, A CRIMINAL, to vouch for her to even GO on this trip. she figures that she'd probably have an easier time figuring out the Secrets of Snowsburgh on her own :-) (clive and vincent would later join her investigation because they kinda figure itd be a bit fucked up to let a 15/16yo wander around in an unknown environment on her own (but they largely let her lead the investigation))

do i have character designs? yes. i have to redo them digitally. give me. some time to do that... though we Have drawn vincent on this blog before!

[drippingheart]

A puppy's optimism and the stiff skull of an ox. In other words, Itadori Yuuji was a headache from the moment they exchanged words at the funeral home all of those months ago. Foolish, self-sacrificing, incapable of following orders, and smiling . . always smiling from the moment he consumed the King of Curses' digit up until they infiltrated Hakari Kinji's fight club even when he was hurting deep down. Fushiguro Megumi could have easily blamed pity or a hero's heart for begging his benefactor to spare Yuuji's life, but it was something more. Like a spark, like the moment he first felt Sukuna's detestable energy inside the teenager, he felt both connected and drawn.

The only other person to ever inspire such steadfast devotion was his sister, and now she was dead all because of Megumi. Megumi was never meant to be happy; he knew such even as a toddler. People with normal and happy lives did not have their mothers die, did not have their fathers abandon them, were not treated as pawns in a grand scheme, and did not harness the powers capable of annihilating everyone who was honorable and decent. The only reason he became a sorcerer was to protect Tsumiki and then it became about curing her from her curse addled coma — ten years of sacrifice meant nothing.

Well, not nothing necessarily. She was able to live a relatively normal childhood filled with friendships and smiles. It was all too short lived however. His sacrifice brought her smiles as much as it brought her death. History repeated itself with Yuuji @cderiva . Megumi wanted nothing more than to see genuine smiles decorate his friend's face while he attempted to live as normal as a life possible considering nothing would be normal for Yuuji ever again. Just like what Megumi had done for his sister, it would end in tragedy at his hands. He was already shattered with the death of his sister, and if Sukuna allowed it, he would pluck out his own eyes to prevent him witnessing Yuuji's inevitable death.

Enough, enough, enough. I'm done. Sukuna should kill him, but the King of Curses did not gain his title from being merciful . . the monster was going to force Megumi to watch the death of the last person he loved, wasn't he? Trapped inside his own body, the teenager screamed, cried, wanted to tear his own flesh apart. Yuuji's words reached him through the darkness and the gore, however it wasn't enough to save him. He was long damned. I don't want to live. Not without Tsumiki, and Gojō Satoru, and Yuuji. Megumi did not want to live in a world where all the good in the world died just so a pathetic nobody like him could live. That was no kindness. It was torture.

[mudsnapperqna]

How does one exceriize excerise work out their wings to make them stronger? Asking for a friend.

Oooh, that's a good question! Seeing as I'm a Suit and any strengthening to my chassis comes from upgrades or cheat use or eating damned souls /j, I've got an interesting answer for you. General use keeps them in good shape, and if you regularly fly, it should be no much more difficult than regularly walking around.

If your friend isn't mechanical and has organic wings, here's a fun fact! Wings are actually highly specialized arms. Well, in the case of vertebrate animals. Insect wings came from specialized gills, but that's not where my expertise lies. See here my very very quickly drawn anatomical chart!

General arm exercises and stretches could easily assist in strengthening the arm muscles in the wings! General phalange exercises could help strengthen the... phalanges. Digits, or fingers, if you will. I can't imagine they'd be too similar to regular hand exercises due to differing anatomy, though -- especially for avian wings of which have the digits at the end instead of building support for webbing.