#I am not a monster.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Expertise can't help you here.

[changeling-droneco]

If you see this post you’re legally required to tell me at least one trans woman headcanons you have for a canonically male character, I never get to see transfem headcanons like that, give me them, and for equality of my own please know estrogen could have saved Insector Haga and Dinosaur Ryuzaki I will not elaborate, also Yuya.

[poppitron360]

Easily my favourite moment in Epic

[bosspigeon]

so bc i am a Gross Dude my friends i and sometimes rate our burps and my coworker (who is a teen girl) burped in front of me once and i instinctively rated it

so now every time she burps she looks to me hopefully for a rating and bc she has delicate little baby burps i now have to create an entirely new Burp Rating System unique to her bc i rate anything below a 5 and she looks at me like this

[proteidaes]

Manifesting ... good luck ...🍀🌟

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photoshop

[ubercharge]

i was reading oogami tsumiki which is primarily about a guy and the werewolf girl, set in our world where monster people (genjin) are integrating with human society but . so

there's a gorgon girl whose snakes are scared of the rain and. the werewolf girl makes them little sock tubes. little snake hoodies! snoodies if you will

this is the cutest shit i've ever seen

[nonebinary-leftbeef]

DEVASTATING the lyric you've been mishearing is better than the real one

[sui-imi]

Funeral, right

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been seeing some discussion about canon/fanon sans re: papyrus' death, and then i thought, unrelatedly, "hey i wonder what he did with the dust"

[vintage-tigre]

[inkskinned]

you know, you know. no gods, no masters, no kings on pedestals. everyone is fallible. death of the author. you know! you are balanced about your intake of media - you allow the wiggle room, the grace, the gratitude, the skepticism. nobody above criticism.

but still. a weird gut-punch feeling, something akin to betrayal. you read the article. surprise! an author you love is actually: a serial fucking predator.

well, shit. what now. no, you knew he was a person (all people are), but now you're wondering - what have i overlooked by accident? what messages have i internalized that are strange and cruel? and also, like, what the fuck?

his actions lay a thick glaze on top of everything. like each place is now ruined, opaque in a new way. but okay, fine, you've done this before. you knew better, right? you've been betrayed by many a cherished childhood author.

still, this stickiness. fuck. can you pick up that book again. will you read it to your children. you've recommended it to others - will you ever do that again? and of course, of course, no parasocial relationships. you were theoretically above this kind of sentiment. but the artist informs the art, right.

so it's not something as clear-cut as feeling he owed you, specifically (a stranger) better behavior - just that you kind of, in a distant and odd way... sort of trusted him to do better. it's not like a real trust or something speakable, just the faint hope that the product (good books) was a thin representation of the soul. now it feels like the product (good? books?) was a mask. in some small or insignificant way, your previous support of this person lent them power. your money and your time and your laughter.

and the thing is - you have this terrible, echoing sensation. how many times will this happen? over and over. you find out that the singer you love is actually a predator. you learn over drinks that your favorite high school english teacher is in jail for what he did to her. you listen to the news idly and suddenly discover that a woman you used to idolize has been abusing her kids for an actual eon.

what can you touch without the static melting off. you can't even really complain about it too much (you were supposed to know better, and besides, you don't want the same re-split "it's not your fault, love what you love" basic advice), but now it's here. somehow, it feels like - you let him into your life.

it's not that things need to be pure or an artist has to be like, endlessly perfect, mindful. demure. it's more just this terrible truth that has been replayed through your veins so often it feels criminally vain. power corrupts, absolute power corrupts absolutely. did you want any one person to be worth that power?

it's just that he wrote books where he seemed to understand that. he seemed to know about hierarchies and unfair systems and bigotry and privilege. you thought they were books about what it means to struggle. you thought they were about having power and still using it for good rather than for control. he spooned you a narrative of being a good guy, a kind soul. you fucking bought what that fucking monster sold.

maybe that's why they were fantasies, after all.

[monstersflashlight]

Monster boyfriend who would whine until you flash him your boobs. He's sad? Nah, he just wants to see your boobs. He's enjoying a snack but feels bored? He def wants to see your boobs... He's just a bit obsessed with you and how good your boobs look when he grabs them with his too big hands. How pretty your nipples look when he runs his claws over them until they are hard peaks and he can flick them until *you* are the one whining.

[sanctus-ingenium]

gatecrasher

[kidnoodles]

just odypen things! <3

[sinn-bee]

//wip

Naga Lqg…. Iridescent pale grey blue snek that is very large and hangs in treetops… I love him

More sketches, this is a good and normal size difference I think! 🥰

In my head there’s more lore, like a Came Back Wrong au where SY!Sqq wasn’t able to save Lqg and then his soul is jettisoned by the proximity to the system and he is reformed as a demon somewhere in the borderlands +how Binghe fits in- but I mustn’t think too hard or it will consume my brain

[pudgybun]

I'm made out of marshmallow btw

[smallphoenix13]

every single word of this feels like it was pulled out of a bingo machine