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Both c!slime and q!slime became murderers because of an accident.
Do with this what you will :3
#I need to post on Tumblr more#please teach me your ways#is this how you speak in tags? I don't know.#i wrote all these on the actual post and didnt realise there was a place for them#now i feel dumb#uh anyways#im still in my dsmp era and im not leaving it#i wasnt even there for a lot of it#it was just las nevadas#anyways heres the real tags i think the tag talking has gone too far#dsmp#mcyt#charlie slimecicle#slimecicle#mcyt fanart#dsmp fanart
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nobody can top me in the ghost busters just dance
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ripley :)
#alien franchise#alien 1979#my art#artists on tumblr#procreate#risky posting from my phone nowadays. what if i accidentally hit#one of my rash hive photos im taking for my dermatology appt 😭#anyways. watch this space for more ripley soon (in the form of pinup calendar)#just need to edit it and export it. but all tha pages are done!
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#artists on tumblr#nonbinary#transgender#nonbinary artist#nonbinary pride#trans pride#trans artist#i really need to post here more often
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To illustrate this post by @mayahawkse I would like to visualize to you the difference:
A post in 2023:
A post in 2014:
A zoom out of the same post:
This is what a community looks like.
See how in 2023 almost all of the reblogs come from the OP, from their few hours/days in the tag search. Meanwhile in 2014 the % of reblogs from OP is insignificant, because most of the reblogs come from the reblogs within the fandom, within the micro-communities formed there. You didn't need to rely on tags, or search, or being featured. Because the community took care of you, made sure to pass the work between themselves and onto their blog and exposed their followers to it. It kept works alive for years.
It's not JUST the reblog/like ratio that causing this issue, it's the type of interaction people have. They're content with scrolling and liking the search engine, instead of actually having a reblogging relationship with other blogs in their community.
Anyways, if you want to see more content you like, the only true way to make it happen is to reblog it. Likes do not forward content in no way but making OP feel nice. Reblogs on the other hand make content eternal. They make it relevant, they make it exist outside of a fickle tumblr search that hardly works on the best of days.
If you want more of something, reblog it.
#i said i wont ever rant about this bc it's unseemly but HONESTLY.#you simply cannot complain about not having enough of A or B or C and then never reblog / interact with the content you love.#If you LOVE something you cannot just leave a like and silently wait for more to happen#I know countless of content creators that simply stopped doing art/writing fic/making edits#You need to understand that fandom content is made FOR the fandom FOR the engagement FOR the entertainment and fun it makes.#If a content creator does not have fun IN the fandom-- why would they spend the scares free time they have on making this content?#And we're not talking about things that you don't like-- no one expects you to reblog things you don't like.#However I think it's safe to say that when a post has more than 5k it's not some random shitpost with no value.#tumblr issues#tumblr#content creators#buns.txt#something something please don't starve your local clowns
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LET HIM GOOO
#lol#me when i forgot to post#i made this like a month ago idk#i need to draw more but im busy with commissions and stuff#my art#oc art#wgd#digital art#art#drawing#character design#digital painting#artists on tumblr#monster oc#monster art#monster design#creature art#creature design#werewolf
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I made some colored refs for my comic ~ And also some sketches because can you guess who is my favorite haha
#marble sky#marble sky comic#still have no idea how to tag this#art#looks at the comments under the first marble sky post#wow Tumblr d o e s like aliens more than twitter#ahaha#I had a great fight inside my brain and at the end decided to put this watermark on the ref#because all my character desighs and refs always end up on Pinterest. Imma need all Pinterestians to know who made those#👍#marble sky refs#i guess#Marble sky ref
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#kiki appreciation post#larjb3#cat#cats on tumblr#cat portrait#catmode#calicotabby#kiki#because i need more of kiki in my life#she is my baby girl#such a baby#love her to death#probably gonna maybe boost this or ashers post#because the world shouldnt be void of the void or of the autumn cat
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Part 2/2
By the time Stanley had realized he wasn't as alone as he believed himself to be entrapped in this ravenous abyss; he had honestly begun to suspect that he was finally starting to properly lose his mind.
In all the ceaseless miles that Stanley had journeyed during his apparent permanent residence within the dark devouring void, not once had he encountered another conscious, walking, talking being similar to himself. Every other formerly living creature that he had crossed paths with had been so... silent. Empty. Dead, in every sense of the word. It was as though the very essence of life itself had been sucked out of their bodies with a straw, their forms slowly falling apart piece by piece under the vicious gluttony of the darkness that surrounded them. They looked like they actually were supposed to be there, unmoving and comatose, unlike him.
So, when Stanley first began to encounter the twins, all of a sudden, he wasn't the only one in the dark.
When meeting the first pair of them, he found himself standing in a lake.
He hadn't even noticed the changes at first. It felt as though he had been walking for weeks on end, his body moving purely on autopilot and his aching legs leading him towards a destination only it knew. A thick fog of forgetfulness and flickering memories had descended upon his brain like a heavy blanket of numbing static as he had traveled. In this absentminded state, he hadn't even realized that the ever-present undulating, buzzing darkness surrounding him had begun to gradually shift and morph to form a horizon line; stretching into tall looming cliffsides that almost seemed to close in on him. Once the nonexistent floor beneath his soles abruptly began to ripple and warp, like the disturbed surface of a shallow puddle; only then did he finally notice his transformed environment.
The transition was seamless, almost dream-like. One moment, he was still surrounded by that filthy, overwhelming abyss; and the next, his boots were suddenly plunged deep into the cold, dark lake water.
The silence didn't leave, however. It still choked and stuffed its way into Stanley's ears to clog up his mind with thick cotton; the eerie quiet not quite matching the calm, almost serene scenery the void seemed to have abruptly transformed itself into. Like a movie with its sound cut off; leaving only the unsettling hum of the projector to fill the empty air.
It was odd. The lake was surely incredibly deep. He could obviously tell from how thin and pathetically small the shores appeared all the way from where he now unceremoniously stood in the middle of the lake. Stan could look down and see the darkness below his feet swallow what meager light that managed to break through the murky waters. The overwhelming black almost seemed to beckon him, gaping and haunting; a bottomless underwater pit of pitch black that never seemed to end.
And yet, he didn't sink. Stanley remained perfectly level, the almost ink like waters stopping just at ankle level, as though he were held up just above the surface by some invisible force. Even the writhing waves seemed small and low, as though the waters were shy to climb up his legs further than that. It was odd, so very odd.
However, it wasn't nowhere near as odd as the sight that greeted him when he finally lifted his eyes from the waters.
Stanley had crossed paths with truly unbelievable sights in this strange somewhere; from bursting, collapsing stars; to the imploding heat death of entire universes, but none of them seemed to hold the candle to what he saw then when he lifted his eyes:
Children.
Two, to be exact. Two, nearly identical looking children stood motionless before him; completely soaked through to the bone as though they had taken a plunge into the frigid water that pooled around their ankles. It was a girl and a boy, both adorned with twin expressions utterly devoid of emotion, their wide eyed stare seeming to burn holes into his thin jacket. Their drenched clothes sagged off of their scrawny frames; thin rivulets of water dirpping off of them and disturbing the glassy surface of the water at their feet. The little girl's hair had messily stuck to her face in thin sodden strands, her cheeks still full and round with youth just like the boy's. They looked young. Too young to be in a place such as this.
Oh, but their eyes; their eyes.
They burned with such anger; such injustice, brighter than any dying star or galaxies he had ever seen. Anger towards the world, to fate, to whatever cruel deity that had deemed them fit to be sent to this wretched place so prematurely. They were too young to be here; to be entrapped like he was amongst this hungry darkness. And yet, here they were, sheer denial against their own untimely deaths being the only thing keeping them awake and conscious amongst the dead and rotting. A show of juvenile defiance to nature itself so vehement even the all-consumign darkness seemed hesitant to devour them whole just yet.
It saddened him. It saddened him to know that they belonged there, that they were supposed to be there. He could see it, he could feel it; they were dead. No amount of determination could deny that universal fact.
When they spoke, Stanley could hear anger:
Stan chuckled in a futile attempt to lighten the suddenly heavy atmosphere that threatened to crush him whole. "A lake monster? You kids and your imagination," he teased, hoping to somehow rid the poor kids of the haunted look that seemed to whirl in their glares. No child should have been burdened with such a knowing look; such eyes that looked like they had seen everything there was to see about the world, the horrid and the good.
Clearly, it had been the wrong thing to say, and Stanley's faux pas was rewarded with a scowl from the little boy. A world's worth of sour contempt etched into every contorted groove that his grimace seemed to dig into his much too young face. Stan suddenly felt guilt squeeze at his weary bones for having caused that.
"That's what they all said," the boy spat out, eyes shining with a sheen of wetness Stan wasn't sure he was prepared to deal with.
Stan left that first interaction with the twins with the feeling of guilt and sorrow still clining to him.
He couldn't have known, at the time. He couldn't have known that this wouldn't be anywhere near the last time that he would meet the pair. He hadn't realised just how many of them there were. After that first pair, his endless journeying within the Abyss was hardly be spent alone anymore. Countless more times, he came face to face with the exact same two young and impossibly worn faces; forced to meet one pair of beaten and bruised kids after another.
Not one pair had died the same death as another. Some had gotten lost, prey to whatever threat that had snatched them up out in the open; some had fallen from high up; some had been crushed under an incredible weight; some had burned; some eaten alive; some zombified. Some didn't even seem physically harmed at all, body perfectly intact, and yet that same faraway, distrubed look in their eyes remained.
He thought the worst ones were the ones he found alone. A little girl or a little boy, left all lonesome without their other half there. Twins, he remembered a pair of them telling him once.
Once, he had come across a town full of silent, stone statues. It was a rustic, shabby, almost nostalgic looking town- odd and strangely familiar. The sight of it had tugged at an aged memory that had long since wasted away in the back of his mind. It was serene, almost deceptively so. The sun shone; the air smelled crisp and fresh; numerous waterfalls continued to crash down from the tall cliffsides; and a soft nonexistent breeze whistled through the thicket of pine trees that blanketed the outskirts of the town. None of it seemed to match the gruesome scene of the hundred wailing statues that littered every inch of the town.
He had found the boy's statue on the other side of town, deep within the green forest and toppled over the gnarled roots of a towering tree. Like the rest of the townsfolk, he too, was frozen mid-shriek; his stone face twisted and contorted into a mock impression of a silent scream as his body lay paused in a writhing struggle. He made sure to be gentle when he carried the boy's statue over to place it beside the girl's, whose statue stood far deeper into the forest, sporting the same rictus grimace of terror as her brother's. It somehow felt wrong for them to have been so far apart from one another, even in death.
He had come to dread meeting of the twins. He hated every second he had to confront yet another pair of dead children that did not belong here, but fate had decided they did. He despised having to listen to their tales of woe as they wept about the injustice of the world, of having died young; he despised himself for being unable to do more than weep with them.
"We don't belong here, Grunkle Stan," he would listen to the little girl weep, calling him a title he didn't recognize. He never remembered if they had ever told him their name, but they all seem to know his, without a fail. "If we're dead, then what about you? What about Grunkle Ford? Mom? Dad? What about them? We can't be dead, we can't be," they would say, confusion and frustration written all over their faces. They didn't understand. They didn't understand why they had come to the darkness so early, so unfairly.
He never knew what to say, he'd never been good with words.
All he could do was kneel down to their levels and engulf them in his arms, hoping he could somehow squeeze the pain straight out of their bodies in his embrace. He hugged them, because what else could he do?
#OKAY SO YOU KNOW THAT ONE SCENE IN THE BOOK OF BILL OR SMTH WHERE THEY SHOW ALL THE ALTERNATE UNIVERSE VERSION OF DIPPER AND MABEL#WHEN THEY WEREN'T AS LUCKY AS THEIR ORIGINAL COUNTERPARTS#THAT'S WHO STAN MEETS HERE#I need you people to know that I had to rewrite this whole thing like 3 times because my dumbass#was writing a whole ass fic in TUMBLR DRAFTS so obviously it kept deleting itself <3#but it was worth it for the Stan angst <3#watch how many trigger warnings I can fit in this post#tw child death#tw death#tw dead animals#tw graphic description#tw graphic violence#tw graphic#tw body horror#tw scopophobia#tw gore#TELL ME IF I GOTTA TAG MORE!!#gravity falls#gravity falls au#HWINEBHABWNAJCAHOWEEATOWEUB AU#stanley pines#stan pines#grunkle stan#dipper pines#mabel pines#pines twins#absolutely not beta read- so if there are any grammar mistakes or plot holes... shhhhhh you saw nothing...#my writing#my fic#my art
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He's a used car salesman. He has a heart of gold. He can't parallel park. He has two gay witch italian dads. He chops the wood. He has a magical talking cat mom. He's an assassin. He isn't an assassin. He's actually the cat from earlier. He's trans (female cat to male human). He's been shot through the heart. He was in Dewar. He was not in the war. He was in Dewar. He's on his last of nine lives. He just had a marble shoved down his throat. He's even bisexual. I didn't say his name, but he popped into your head, didn't he?
#I'M LOSING MY MIND THAT WAS 40 MINUTES OF THE FUCKING EPISODE#dndads#the peachyville horror#dndads spoilers#tony collette#Mack and I were listening to this one together and we have been losing our minds since#I won't be on tumblr much today but I'll have to scroll through later cause WHAT#To be clear: perfect episode#dungeons and daddies#dndads s3 ep. 6#Also idk if I'll make a separate post about it or not but I actually LOVE that he and Kelsey have some weird history#I'm glad we got a more personal interaction between them at the end there#ALSO DR. MANN YESSSSSSSS#okay that's it for now I've been ug weirdly dizzy a lot this week need to lie down aha#I'm gonna cry why is his backstory an old spice commercial
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something something giant isopod sharing is caring pass the detritus
inprnt
#giant isopod#marine biology#artists on tumblr#inprnt#I tried coming up with a pun but nothing popped up#cackLES#there's also another print up on inprnt that I'm waiting to post when I have other stuff settled 👀#technically inprnt is getting to see stuff a little earlier haha#also been noticing how my process has changed haha it's interesting#like I'll spend waaaaaay more time now nitpicking/adjusting colors which is fine#but like before when I was still in old process mindset I'd get frustrated and think the colors weren't coming out right#when what I needed was to spend more time figuring it out
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💪TRAINING HARDER!💪 REVERSE AU MADE BY @zurka-durka
#opm#opm genos#opm saitama#one punch man#genosai#saigenos#saitama#genos#art#drawing#artists on tumblr#tumblr art#opm au#reverse au#zurkadurka#RAHHHHHHHH I LOVE THIS AU I NEED MORE OF IT NGHH#my heart does a backflip whenever i see you post art zurka qwq#so very happy that you like this and lots of love#hope you guys like it#thanks and bye#<3#mecha#cyborg#cyborg saitama does something to me#i don't know if i wanna be him or be WITH HIM#NGHHH
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gonna post here too cuz why not
#my art#fanart#halloween#smb#super mario#luigi#bowser#bowuigi#I KNOW ITS NOT HALLOWEEN anymorejdalkds#i need to be a bit more active here lol#i miss posting shit on tumblr so muchhh
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hello have a sparkle boy
#merlin#time to start posting my hoard of merlin and merthur art#sorry i forget tumblr exists im coming back now#merlin fandom come hither#i only watched the finale on september 3rd after putting it off for 3 years pls i need you#also if you need more merlin art then follow lauravian too hehe#dont tell her i sent you its a secret between us#if youre reading all these ty i hope its funny#bbc merlin#merlin bbc#merlin fandom#illustration#merlin art#merthur#colin morgan
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Anyone ask for megamind fanart? No? Anyway
#random ass obsession to land on miss brain but okay#guess were rolling with it#crying because theres not enough content for megamind fr#i just love the characters so much and need more#too bad there isnt any sequel whatsoever dang#megamind#dreamworks#megamind x roxanne#roxanne ritchi#drawing#sketch#my posts#illustration#doodle#digital art#artwork#artists on tumblr#art#character art#megamind fanart
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The illusion of choosing a path when it had been carved out from the start
It was out of love, though. For you.
You can walk out if you want.
#i had to redo this whole thing bc it didnt post. thanks tumblr#they are fine they just need a second#perkeo forgot thats a huge deal bc theyve been working on it for such a long time so its just a normal tuesday#i wanted to draw a background so it wouldnt look so empty but that would've taken too long so good enough#i also hate the 7th image with burning passion but ive redone it 4 times already so good enough²#they are wrapped in a blanket btw. bc i like being wrapped in blankets#ive stared at this too long it doesnt make sense to me anymore but im posting anyway bc we ball#immortal au#immortal au art 🎨#dca au#dca fandom#dca community#doodles#sunshine draws#comic#dca fnaf#dca sun#dca moon#< technically. kind of implied. but heres there#please dont tag my stuff as fnaf#oc#if i forgot any tag i probably wont add later anyway. it is what it is#this took a while#it was more annoying to try to upload it than to actually make it
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