#Let me know if i should add any other tws.

[honey-bell-aint-well]

I had a bad night two [or one?] nights ago and I drew this, but I no longer feel like working on it. And I'm having an absolute shit day today, so I'm sharing it as is.

I called this drawing 'LV fogged head' in my notes.

I personally think it looks sick /positive.

[martuzzio]

Legends never die, and as such, Jellie will continue to live on in Minecraft and within our hearts until the end of time. It was a pleasure to draw you, Jellie. Have fun playing in the stars.

[if-loki-was-a-fox]

hey guys I had an idea. what if they were a cat and a dog (ft. Faust as a rabbit)

(look at me lasting a whole four seasons into my listen-through before animal-ificating them! ...mostly)

[kill-your-darlings-art]

Scythes and Mimics

In 2021, I had a dream where I was a Shadowhunter helping out Clary Fairchild as we hunted down a strange shapeshifting demon. Clary ended up beheading a clone of herself, with a badass scythe.

So, I drew an interpretation of the scene. And then, last year, I redrew that picture, and posted it to my DeviantArt. But I figured I should bring some of my DA art over here, so here we are.

[doyouknowthisdisabledcharacter]

Do You Know This Disabled Character?

Rose is autistic.

[damnkenn]

tw for: body horror and implied body dysmorphia

sometimes i like to think about how kenny’s deaths might stick with him and, while i don’t particularly headcanon this as being one of the ways, i thought it made for an interesting explanation as to why he hides his face

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

i was also in the mood to draw some pretty kenny (especially craig thinking that kenny is pretty) and some darker art so i thought, why not both????

[sunnysilver8]

I feel like I want to talk about the Wilbur Soot situation, now that he's made a response (I'm not calling it an apology because quite frankly, it wasn't)

I haven't been into MCYT for a while, but Wilbur Soot was one of my comfort streamers during COVID. I was a huge fan of his music and Lovejoy. But I cannot and will not support an abuser. I appreciate he's getting therapy, but his statement shows he is downplaying what occurred and is not taking accountability for his actions.

I am not very familiar with Shubble, but I wish them the absolute best. The same goes for anyone Wilbur may have abused and manipulated, whether it was in a romantic relationship or a platonic one. I get a feeling we will hear more about that soon.

And I also wish the best to Wilbur. Yes, he has done horrible things and should not be supported financially, but portraying abusers as evil monsters is not helpful when discussing abuse. This mindset makes it seem as though someone who has done good things and is "good" at heart cannot be abusive.

I hope Wilbur remains in therapy and takes care of his mental health. It's no secret he's struggled with depression and something like this could exacerbate it greatly. Hes spoken personally and in his music about the harm fame has done to him and his poor mental health, so I think right now it would best for him to step back from content creation and truly work on helping himself become better.

[thlayli-ra]

I'll never understand why people hated this feud when we got LA Knight gagged and strapped to a chair with a shredded shirt, I mean.... 🤷‍♀️

[olive-garden-hoe]

PLEASE SOMEONE LISTEN WHAT IF

“The Moon Will Sing” is ABOUT A PARENT

Note 1: this is in no way supposed to be definitive, it is my interpretation as someone who relates heavily to the song in this context

Note 2: this interpretation is in no way, shape, or form trying to say that the way the singer depicts her relationship with her parents in this song is indicative of her relationship with her parents in real life. It is not my place, nor anyone else’s, to speculate about how accurate this song is to her personal life. Though my wording may seem as though I am talking about the singer’s actual relationship with her parents, I mean it strictly in the context of the song. We must all respect the artist’s privacy.

“Tell me once again, I could’ve been anyone anyone else, before you made the choice for me”

The singer is expressing her disbelief that her whole fate was practically determined by her parents, that she could’ve been so much different if they didn’t mold her to be a certain way

“My feet knew the path we walked in the dark… I never gave a single thought to where it might lead”

The singer was unaware of the path her parent was taking her and was kept in the dark about what the steps her parents told her to take would lead. The fact that she ‘never gave a single thought’ implies naïveté that is consistent with an exceptionally young child blindly following their parents instructions

“All those empty rooms, we could have been anywhere… else, instead I made a bed with apathy”

The ‘empty rooms’ could be a reference to the unfurnished facets of her life that her parents may have forced her to leave empty in pursuit of ‘furnishing’ other ‘rooms’ (I.e. they won’t let her explore music because she needs to focus on grades). The bed of apathy likely means that she had become too tired to debate or fight back, that she opted for inaction and acceptance of her parents’ molding for the sake of ease and because she was too tired from working on furnishing these rooms to do anything besides continue the cycle.

“My heart knew the weight, ten years worth of dust and neglect, we made our peace with weariness and let it be”

This could be saying that the tiredness the singer expresses formerly exists in her parents as well, that everyone is just too tired to address any issues within their families. I would like to note that, while not explicitly stated, this may be referencing ‘The Hand that Feeds’ where her father was established to “work all his days.”

“The moon will sing a song for me, I loved you like the sun, bore the shadows that you made with no light of my own, I shine only with the light you gave me…”

THE WHOLE VERSE IS SO FIRE OMG ANYWAYS The singer is expressing how she relates to the moon due to the way it is completely dépendant on the sun for its light. In the same way, she may be saying that she feels as though all the goodness or impressive qualities are only the result of her parents’ light. In other words, sheath be expressing a deep-seated fear that she is not quite fully a new person, rather just a combination of her parents and/or their actions

“Name your courage now”

Her parents may, in her adult life, be boasting about how good they were to her when she was a child. However, it is only putting a name to ‘courage’ that ultimately may have done more harm than good or have just been the bare minimum

“We could have had anything else, instead you hoarded all that’s left of me”

Now we’re getting into a new facet of the relationship with the parents! It seems that they also were overbearing in some way, stopping the singer from getting the experiences or friends she wanted.

“Swallowing your doubt, like swords to the pit of my belly”

She seems to be internalizing her parents’ cynicism and/or criticism and allowing that to mold her. It seems her parents not trusting her hurts her a lot, meaning she places a lot of emphasis on their approval/trust, which is supported by the first verse

“I want to feel the fire that you kept from me!”

In the story of Prometheus, the god steals fire from Mount Olympus to give to humans and gets punished for it. The reason this may be important is because the Crane Wives are no strangers to referencing folklore (look at the explanation behind their name). We can reasonably assume that they are acknowledging the double-faceted nature of fire that the myth of Prometheus displays. Fire is something that gives advancement, the basis of early and modern technology as well as a major way our world consumes energy. It also provides light and warmth, as well as an opportunity for rebirth (look at why forest fires are beneficial for forests). At the same time, fire is the great consumer, it spreads and burns as it goes, leaving ash in its wake. The Prometheus story not only references the consequences of bringing such a force to mortals, but also why Prometheus thought it was important to risk himself for. In this lyric, the singer references a fire that was kept from her, which from the previous discussion we can reasonably assume includes both the growth fire brings and the destruction it causes. I’m other words, I believe this lyric is saying that the singer desires for both sides of life, growth and harm, that her parents ‘protected’ her from.

[lulumk1]

This is not meant maliciously. Myself and a lot of others in my circle have complicated histories so I just... Wanted a mostly anonymous census?

Share if you like but I'm not interested in this breaching containment for pretty obvious reasons.

[silentcutekitten]

Maybe some things were always meant to be broken...

I said I'd do it I SAID I'D DO IT-

Ooooooooh boy, here we go! I said I'd draw and color in a Hatter, and so I did! I never said that it was going to be a happy piece ;3 (hey, even I'm capable of angst at times) so here's Jervis having a not-so-fun time. (My first ever semi-scene even!)

The reason Scarecrow (figure on the right) has "HATE" written on it is because I couldn't think of what Scarecrow's symbol would be, plus it's a mention to "the incident" that happened between Crane and Tetch that we don't know much about. (But all we know is it was messy!)

Also the masks under the figures are a nod to froot-batty's Mad Hatter tea party pic, where Eddie and Jon are wearing masks!

Anywho, I'm super proud of this, the background may not be fully colored in but it was fun!

A better view of the full thing, since I did have to break out the big sketchbook for this one.

All of these amazing designs (Jervis, Edward, Jonathan, and the Alice) belong to the awesome @froot-batty! I really hope I did your Hatter (and everyone else) justice ;3

[a-walking-human-disaster]

"Be Human"

Prompt Credit To @whump-in-the-closet! Amazing person. Prompt Post Used: Elf Whumpee

CW/TW: Possible Gore, Noncon Body Modifications, Imprisonment Also contains mentioned starvation, implied neglect of needs (like lack of water I guess), and past torture. There is also a description of throwing up.

Enjoy! - This is my first attempt to write whump, so sorry if it's bad.

Contains: Elf Whumpee & Human Whumper

❝You draw too much attention with those,❞ WHUMPER hissed as they stood outside the cell.

The cell door clicked open, and WHUMPER entered the cell, grabbing WHUMPEE by the wrist. WHUMPEE barely reacted to the action, limp as they were dragged out of the cell. They did not even have the energy to fight back even if they wanted. WHUMPEE's arm burned as it was pulled across the hard stone ground, with stray rocks stabbing them in the ribs.

Scars and bruises covered their body as a constant reminder of what happened in the past when they tried to fight back. Their deprived and starved form was not hard to move around due to the lack of weight. They let out a couple sounds of pain from their dry throat that ached with each soft sound that escaped their cut-up lips.

WHUMPEE was tossed forward into an empty room with nothing but a dirty floor. WHUMPER locked the door behind them, crouching down to WHUMPEE. They grabbed them by their hair, yanking their head onto their lap. WHUMPEE just whimpered silently as they watched WUMPER with wide eyes.

WHUMPER pulls out a jagged knife, pressing it against the base of WHUMPEE's right ear, "I've been meaning to remove these eyesores. You do not deserve any extra attention."

WHUMPEE feels their heart drop as they used some of the last strength they had to struggle. They did not want to even think of what WHUMPER had planned let alone feel it in action. WHUMPER clicked their tongue as they wrapped their free hand around WHUMPEE's neck, just enough to prevent movement.

The knife slowly was dragged upwards on the edge of WHUMPEE's ear, making them shake violently. WHUMPER grinned as they applied some pressure on the knife. It slowly started to break through the flesh, WHUMPEE shutting their eyes tightly. Tears started to burn in their eyes but they tried to blink them back. WHUMPEE did not want to give WHUMPER the satisfaction of seeing them cry.

WHUMPER starts to pull the knife back and forth through the flesh, using it as some sort of saw on their ear. The blood began to soak the side of WHUMPEE's head, dripping down the neck. WHUMPEE shifted and squirmed only to let out sounds of pain since WHUMPER would apply more pressure to the knife with every movement.

Once WHUMPER was done with the first ear, WHUMPEE's neck was stained with blood, and the top of their shirt had some red stains as well. WHUMPER pulled the remains left off, wiping the blood off their hand onto WHUMPEE's shirt.

"Stop fighting me, you're just making it harder for both of us," WHUMPER grumbled as they moved WHUMPEE to access the next ear. WHUMPEE was crying from the pain, on the verge of blacking out from the blood loss. As WHUMPER began on the next ear, WHUMPEE could feel their stomach twisting as their vision blurred. WHUMPER had barely broken through the outside of the ear with the knife when WHUMPEE passed out. from the pain and blood loss.

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WHUMPEE woke up in their cell, clothes, and neck still covered in their dry blood. They reached up to their ears, with some effort. Their ears were rounded, the flesh still bleeding out slightly and raw. Tears were already streaming down their cheeks as they processed the information.

Their stomach flipped as they curled up, hands grasping at their ears. The bile clawed up their throat, their mouth-watering. They tried to keep their mouth shut, refusing to let the bubbling liquid out of their mouth. But the feeling of fresh blood staining their fingers made them gag, and they lost the battle.

The bile slipped out their mouth, coating the ground in a clear white liquid. They hacked it up for a minute, leaving them curled up holding their stomach. Not only did their ears hurt but now their stomach ached. Their head was rested against the wall, smearing some blood on the crumbled stone wall.

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672 Words According To Google Docs. Thank you for reading! And thanks again to @whump-in-the-closet for letting people use their prompts!

[i-set-my-autism-on-fire]

Feeling so proud of the writing I've done so far for the fic

I've captured King Sombra's personality exactly how I wanted to, and it feels vile to hear his thoughts read outloud.

✨ Sneak Peek at what I'm working on ✨

Guess now is as good a time as ever to create the ship tag lol

Btw, this fic is about two villains meeting, falling in love, and redeeming themselves for each other. Letting you know in case that isn't your cup of tea, especially with this in the prologue.

[a-tale-of-legends]

Death Scythe

Summary: Jude goes out to handle some TLH grunts on his own. It's harder than expected.

Notes: 1) Not sure if the robots are canon to TLH but I needed something for Jude to use a scythe on something that wasn't human and 2) The italics scenes that happened in the past! So Jude's pronouns change with each scene( reminder that Jude uses they/she/he pronouns and is genderfluid)! And 3) This probably takes place before Jude and Dante get together, but it can be ready ambiguously I guess.

TW: For blood! Nothing graphic, just a heads up.

And of course, I hope y'all enjoy the story!

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The most interesting things happen at night. Why wouldn't it? The darkness hides bodies, the quietness silences voices. All under the comfort- or mocking- of the moon. 

The most interesting things happen at night. Jude is no exception. 

She was done before she knew it, her body already sore from the match. Aiko towers over her, with a cheeky smile on her face. Jude doesn't have the energy to wipe it off. 

" I win! Again," she teases, knowing it hurts Jude's pride. Jude rolls her eyes, still too tired to get up. 

" You're supposed to be helping me here." she mutters, " Not boasting your victory," 

" I am helping!" Aiko huffs, coaching down to meet Jude's level, " You just suck at welding a staff," 

"Very helpful," Jude says dryly, causing Aiko to chuckle. 

Jude Bellrose doesn't consider himself a vigilante. That's more so Dante and Emma. Jude doesn’t consider themself a hero either, though many would disagree with them. Jude is a Champion. This is just part of the job. And 'the job' just so happens to be TLH. Joy. 

Jude watches from above, watching some grunts wander about. He has to thank Shauna for giving him the location of these guys as soon as she scouted them out. He left without another thought, even without his coat. Being mildly cold is a small con to what if greater stealth. Either the grunts know he's there and haven't done anything- which is dumb- or they haven't noticed him yet. Also dumb, but who is he to complain on free stealth.

Jude focuses on the grunts below, calling his aura to sense them. His heart sinks when he does. He only senses two auras of the entire group. The rest do not have any. They are not human. They are robots. TLH has robots. Fuck. 

"Okay, okay, actual advice time," Aiko says after another day of sparring. Another day of Jude getting their ass beat. She sets herself into position, holding her bo staff with both of her hands. 

" I was trained by the kimono girls in movement. To be graceful and precise," She twirls her bo staff, moving along with it, as if she was dancing with it, " Uncle Chuck taught her about strength, durability. Knowing how to dominate and overpower" just as quickly as she dances, Aiko slams her staff on the ground. There's a dent where it lands. Jude is grateful that they weren't at the end of it. 

" So….."

"Hold on, I'm getting to it!" She sighs, setting her staff straight, " From both experiences, I learned two things! Number one! Balance is key!" Aiko slams her staff on the ground, which probably makes her feel like some sagely monk.

" Figuring out and maintaining the balance of the two styles I've been taught has helped me a lot! And even outside of that, when wielding a staff, it's not as linear as swinging a sword. Your whole body has to play in your movement!"

Jude nods their head, starting to understand Aiko’s words. Looking back, Jude never tried wielding the staff Aiko lent them with their body in mind. They always assumed the staff went for hitting, and used it as such. Though, in their defense, they’ve never seen Aiko use it another way either.

“ Number two!” Aiko yells, causing Jude snap out of their thoughts and wince at how loud Aiko is, “ Your weapon isn’t just something you wave around to look cool!” Jude gives Aiko a raised brow, but it seems like AIko just ignores it.

“ Your weapon is an extension of yourself! This may sound silly, but you have to work in sync with it to truly bring out your strength! Think of it like pokemon battling, without the pokemon! Or-”

“ Like using aura,” Jude says before they realize it. AIko blinks, before giving Jude a huge grin.

“ Yeah. Like using aura,”

Not only are these things robots, but they’re superpowered too. Jude doesn’t dare think of the implications. Not now. 

Jude dodges out of the way of another attack, slashing down a robot when another one lunges at him, its hands turning into claws, ready to tear into Jude’s skin. Jude barely manages to dodge it, its claws grazing his side, causing Jude to hiss. It’s only now that Jude wishes he told someone about going out to confront these “ grunts”. Jude huffs, as he uses his scythe to block another attack, now getting a better look at the robot grunts he’s facing. They have no face. At least, none considering what would be their face seemed to be completely covered with a mask. Specks of color come through the otherwise ink black mask- a nod to Necrozma. Again, Jude does not want to think about the implications. 

….He hopes Kenji is okay.

Realizing he can’t be at a stalemate forever, Jude twirls his scythe, effectively shaking the robot off him. He then slashes down, but the robot is just too quick. Way too quick. Jude doesn’t get to react when another robot attacks him from his side. It draws blood. A lot more blood than Jude was expecting. 

Jude has improved. Aiko told him as such. He feels it too, even being able to move up to his scythe when sparring with Aiko. Though despite his efforts, Jude was never able to best her. And while it hurts his pride, he isn’t too mad about it. He’s been using his scythe more frequently because of her anyhow.  Now the two simply relax on the floor, resting after another sparring match which Aiko won. Again.

“ Do you think he’s okay?” Aiko asks suddenly, her voice quieter than it was before. Jude swallow’s , not needing any clarification to who “he” is. 

“ I don’t know,” he says truthfully, “ I lost connection with him. I don’t know how he’s holding up,” . Jude feels a sudden, but not unfamiliar, wave of guilt wash over him.

“I’m sorry,” he mutters. And he is. He should have stopped Kenji when he had the chance. He shouldn’t have given him the go to act as double agent. Now they don’t even know if he’s alive. Especially after the last confrontation.

The silence was painful. Jude’s guilt was no longer a wave, but a storm, constantly crashing into him to the point where it makes him feel sick. He opens his mouth again, to apologize once more, to get this sick feeling off of him-

“ When we find their base,” Aiko starts, her voice deep and written with rage, “ I am going to kick every single TLH ass there is. I’m going to get Kenji back,” Anger and determination. A dangerous combination. Jude should know. They’ve experienced it for years.

“ You have my full support,” Jude says, still feeling sick. He gives Aiko a small smile anyway. Aiko laughs, etched in sadness and anger. 

“ Thanks,” she gets up, now a small spark in her eye, “ Care for another match?”

Jude has mixed feelings about his powers. Having the power over death when he has witnessed his own pokemon die feels like the universe is playing a cruel joke on him. He doesn’t feel great about draining the energy of living things to his own benefit. But he would be lying if the power of it all wasn’t useful. Like now. As his scythe sends a slicing wave of energy that cuts through the bodies of the robots before him. He tries to ignore the pain on his side as he focuses on the remaining robots- fuck why is there so many-twirling his scythe defensively as numerous claws come slashing at him. 

Pride be damned, he'd be the first to admit he's not the most skilled fighter compared to the rest. He much prefers being the guy in the chair, making sure everything stays a float. But Jude knows he would hate himself more if he just stood back and did nothing. He's not making that mistake again. 

Dodge, slash, and weave- this fight has finally found its rhythm. If he didn't have his powers, he most likely would have been dead now, his wound being too serious to ignore. It's still a pain in the ass though, having to move so much with it. 

A dark thought enters his mind. He wishes the robots were human. He wishes, for one cruel second, that they were mere mortals that he can drain the life out of, and have this fight be over with. It scares him. It scares him beyond belief. For one cruel second, Jude don't see the robots as robots, but as humans. Humans with weapons that he's cutting down as if they were nothing. For one cruel second, Jude sees himself as a killer. It shakes him to his core. 

For one cruel second, Jude's guard is down once more. More blood is drawn from the claws of the hu- robots. Jude suddenly starts to feel numb. Shit. 

Jude swings again, sloppily,barely missing as the robots spread out. This is getting annoying. He really should have called for backup, Arceus. 

Jude Bellrose, hardly able to keep standing, readies himself to attack. Wound be damned, he's going to finish what he started. He gets ready to lung and- 

An arrow shoots directly through one of the robots head, and it drops to the ground without a hitch. Then another. And another. Jude takes the opportunity to slice the last one down himself, in the midst of the robot's confusion. He hates how he suddenly feels sick. He hopes it's just the bleeding getting to him. 

When he looks up, he sees Dante in the position that he was in before dropping down with the ambush. A bow and arrow are in his hands, both of which clow a multicolored hue, much like the antlers of Xerneas herself. The colors of the bow and arrow along side the glow of the moon makes Dante's eyes shine greater, almost ethereal. It's beautiful really. 

….The bleeding is getting to him. Now's not the time. 

Dante jumps down from his marksman point, and quickly rushes to Jude's side. It's now that with Dante so close, Jude can properly see the heated glare that Dante was giving him.  Ah. He's mad.

" You fucking idiot," his hisses, placing a hand over the wound on Jude's side, a faint glow coming from his. Jude feels a cool wave wash over him, the pain slowly subsiding. 

" Hello to you too," Jude drawls, starting to get tired,as the adrenaline from before is fading away. 

" Don't give me that. What were you thinking ?" 

" I wasn't," Jude says honestly, too tired to start up their usual banter, " Shaunee said there was TLH grunts here and I just went for it. Didn't think about backup,". 

" Clearly," Dante grumbled, moving his hand to another wound,his frown deepening, " We need to get you back home, stat," 

Jude winces as Dante brings his arm over his shoulder, making Jude lean on him. The tiredness almost takes over,  Jude leaning into Dante's warmth. 

"Don't fall asleep," Dante says pointedly, but the worry in his voice is overwhelming. 

" Oh please, I'm the Chosen One of death. Yveltal gave a soft spot for me-"

" I mean it Jude," Dante looks at Jude with desperation, something Jude wasn't expecting to see. He hopes the darkness of the night helps hides his blush, as he looks away. 

" Alright, alright….sorry,"

Dante sighs, shaking his head slightly. 

" It's alright. Let's just get you out of here,"

Jude grunts in agreement, letting Dante carry him off back home. He tries not to fall asleep, for Dante's sake, letting his mind wander. 

Before he knows it, he's home, bandaged up and given strict orders from Dante to stay in bed and rest. Too tired to argue, he agrees. 

As he lays in bed and finally given the chance to sleep, he thinks about Aiko. Would she laugh at him for getting so reckless? " Being reckless is my thing, dummy," she would say, before scolding Jude about doing something so dangerous. 

Jude smiles to himself, lulling himself to a dreamless slumber. 

[sadkachow]

does anyone else get just freaked out by the idea of being a small speck in the universe and in the span of time instead of being comforted by it? (tw: existential thoughts, talk of nothing mattering, implication towards death (due to talk of short human lifespan)?)

because like does anything i do doesn’t matter in the infinite reality because in the end i am just a speck and my life is very short compared to the span of the earth and i want to make a difference but will anything i do even make a difference because my life is so finite, and it’s a comforting yet terrifiying thought because like nothing matters! but also nothing matters.

i wanna make a difference but the truth is there’s so many people like me who want to do that too so what makes me different and makes me think ill be the special one person because i feel special but im also not because there’s so many people just like me

[cattestrophic]

Some new-ish Mitzi art! ragh

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