#comments/reblogs very very appreciated

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

In Regards To Your 2024 Summary:

Holy shit it’s been another year????? The hell?????

Also! Your art style is gorgeous and that being found in 2023 and then refined throughout late 2023 and the entirety of 2024 really shows, as does your growth in panel layouts, perspective, and — as you said — experimentation. If you ever post your animation or video game art I’m looking forward to it.

As cheesy as it sounds, being able to laugh at funny comics and look at all the details of your art really made my 2024 brighter, even when things were hard. Including looking at your older art— it doesn’t need to be new to be enjoyable! I’m glad your art is well loved and it’s a privilege to have been here since the (near) beginning. I hope you take care of yourself in 2025 and beyond!

You and your art bring a lot of people a lot of joy never forget that <3

Thank you so much for keeping up with my art journey throughout these last two years! Two years!!! I am baffled at how that feels both too long and too short!

Admittedly, my art summary didn't manage to capture the fact that I did a lot of comic layouts that I'm really proud of. I also drew more backgrounds and made some very detailed works (*Dungeon Meshi spoilers for these examples*).

The growth is lot more evident when comparing my 'best' comics of 2023 to 2024:

Sometimes the growth is vertical, sometimes it is horizontal - and damn, sometimes it goes out of sight into the Z-plane. But it is always happening!

[mel-loly]

-Thank you to everyone who is still here liking, commenting and reblogging my content, even though I'm not posting much “fandom stuff” anymore, you're still here! And I really appreciate that.. (and that makes me so happy, that as I showed in the “comic”, it moves me, so- thank you, really!!) :]💛

Also- a tip: there are also many other blogs that don't post fandom stuff, but when they do, they get more likes and reblogs than the original/other content.. So also give love to those people who have your original content, reblog, like, comment, because that's what they need! Recognition for your original content! And I know you won't regret it, and it won't hurt you to do what I said! In fact, you will be doing good and giving such love that many wanted and deserve.

A big kiss/p and a hug! Even for those who only like it when I post fandom stuff, I still love you so much, and I won't stop making this type of content, ok? I just want to give more voice to what I have to give as original, because that's what makes me happy and well ^^

-Melissa, Designer.

[bugoutreviewgirlie]

hey all! this is an ongoing passion project of mine and it'd mean an incredible amount to me if you guys checked it out and shared it!

[maydays-medbay]

You know what, I'm feeling positive today, so I'm going to put that forward into this post.

I love you trans men. I love you trans mascs. I love you demiboys. I love you genderfauns. I love you trans women. I love you trans fems. I love you demigirls. I love you genderfaes. I love you nonbinary people. I love you agender people. I love you xenogendered people. I love you genderfluid people. I love you bigender people. I love you pangender people. I love you genderqueer people. I love you closeted trans people. I love you out trans people. I love you stealth trans people. I love you questioning trans people. I love you curvy trans people. I love you fat trans people. I love you thin trans people. I love you lean trans people. I love you neurodivergent trans people. I love you disabled trans people. I love you tall trans people. I love you short trans people. I love those of you who struggle with dysphoria. I love those of you who don't or no longer struggle with dysphoria. I love those of you without access to HRT. I love those of you with access to HRT. I love those of you who don't want HRT. I love those of you who want HRT. I love those of you who want gender-affirming surgery. I love those of you who don't want typical gender-affirming surgeries. I love you trans people with supportive family and friends. I love you trans people with unsupportive family and friends. I love you gender-nonconforming trans people. I love you feminine transmascs and transmen. I love you masculine trans men and transmascs. I love you masculine transfems and trans women. I love you feminine transfems and trans women. I love you transmasc drag queens. I love you transfem drag kings.

Every single one of you matter to me, if not from the queer or trans perspective, than from a human one. All of you are important. All of you matter. All of you are valid, and all of you are loved. Keep being the awesome people you are, and don't let other people get in the way of letting you be yourself. Even if you're in a situation where being completely out isn't an option, or nobody else is able to know for safety reasons, know that I am here and I respect and value your internal feelings and identity. If you ever need someone to talk to, someone to be a listening ear, just know that I'm always a DM away. If you want to try out a new set of pronouns for yourself, I will happily help you explore that form of self-expression. I love you all. Stay safe, stay happy, and stay yourself 💛

[bottle-of-allay]

well hello there!

Hermit-a-day May #28 Good Times with Scar!

[slavhew]

fun fact the word "dirk" sounds exactly like the root of the croatian verb "drkati" which means to jack off

get the dirk brush here

[banfiyunna]

Hello and happy holidays!!!! *throws art of Perkeo I made a bit ago* I hope you enjoy your holiday time!!!! :DDDD

I redid the face a lil while ago because I didn't like how it turned out before :p

(sorry if it's small I think I cropped it weird :P)

MNHSHEJEIEIEOJDHWGW AAAAAAAA

THANK YOU I LOVE YOU YOURE THE BEST I HOPE YOU HAD A GREAT DAY IM HOLDING THIS FOREVER

Sorry I took so long I decided to make a doodle for you. Not as great as what you made tho

[meownotgood]

it felt amazing to finally see that green checkmark on ao3, to finally move the full fic to my finished folders on docs, to finally say with my whole chest that it's really completed...

I'm proud of myself and what I managed to make, I'd been working on this fic for over a year, and I felt a lot of doubts while writing. I didn't expect to write so much. I often thought I was saying too much, or the fic wasn't good enough. when I reread it, I realized it wasn't perfect, but it doesn't have to be. I wrote something that was so unabashedly me, and I'm so grateful for that feeling. I'm so happy that I can write what I enjoy, that I can be myself while doing what I have always loved the most. I learned and progressed, and I can feel only excitement for whatever I write next!!

thank you for your patience, and if you end up reading, thank you so much, from the bottom of my heart 💞

I took off work tomorrow to celebrate lol (actually because I'm still sick but we're calling it a celebration). I don't know what to say next so here's some cute pictures of aki. three cheers for fic completion 🎉🎉🎉

[mikibagels]

I want to quickly thank you guys for the support on my recent artworks. It's really lovely seeing so much love for these niche characters and how creative you guys are when you think of headcanons for them.

I am really blessed to have this blog here. I love being nerdy and funny and happy with you guys 🩷🫂 I am excited to share more comics and illustrations I have prepared.

[sea-changed]

Fandom: Band of Brothers (TV 2001) Relationships: Joseph Liebgott/David Kenyon Webster Characters: Joseph Liebgott, David Kenyon Webster Additional Tags: Post-Canon, New Year's Eve, New York City Summary:

Web thinks him being here means something but Joe's not so sure.

[rahabs]

Things Done and Damaged [ read on A03 ]

"What did you do?"

Following the battle, Lucifer heals Alastor's wounds. He has no way of knowing this Charlie-induced act of benevolence will have unintended consequences for them both.

[r3starttt]

ELLABS X READER

SUMMARY: At the peak of perfection, an imminent fear emerges, a vow of eternal love that is now tempting - in the public eye and under the scrutiny of the cameras - to choose the path they left behind a few years ago.

[ghcstpyre]

eddie munson x gn!reader

eddie helps you make your first dnd character.

content: eddie & r are friends, no descriptions of r's appearance, no pronouns used for r, no use of y/n, mutual pining, fluff, mentions of smoking weed

word count: 1.8k

( yes i used the 5e rules for this because i'm lazy, please don't come for me for not being 100% time period accurate lmao )

hellfire club banner by @/strangergraphics

"So I have to roll these dice to determine my character's stats?”

The paper of your character sheet crinkled and Eddie's shitty mattress creaked as you leaned over the Dungeons and Dragons books splayed out between you to reach for the only regular dice apparently used in this game. The Hellfire boys assured you that you'd get to grips with all the different kinds of dice in no time, but you begged to differ.

Eddie had finally convinced you to have a go at playing DnD with him and the other boys from Hellfire. You'd lost count of how many times he'd begged you to give it a try, but it was only a matter of time before you caved to those big, doey, brown eyes of his.

Much to Eddie's delight, the day you finally caved came and you were now in his trailer, sat cross-legged across from him on his bed with sheets of paper, books, dice and pencils cluttering the space between you as he helped you make your character. The faint sounds of W.A.S.P could be heard playing quietly in the background through his record player.

"That's right; roll four of these guys six times and remove the lowest result each time you roll." Eddie explained, dropping the normal dice - or the D6s as he insisted they be called - into the palm of your hand. "Add each roll up and then you can assign them to the stat you want.”

You sat back down, your character sheet crinkling again with your movements, Eddie's black and red ombre dice clutched in your hand. As you prepared to roll them onto the large, hardback Player's Handbook in the middle of the mess of paper, a crease appeared in your brow in confusion.

"But...what if my rolls are, like, really shit?" You asked.

That signature devilish grin crept its way across Eddie's face, paired with that usual mischievous glint in his eyes. "Then I guess you'll just be playing on hard mode.”

You shot him a pointed look and he laughed, that wonderful sound filling up his little bedroom.

"I'm kidding. Obviously if all of them are shitty I'll let you reroll, I'm not a complete sadist."

The furrow in your brow disappeared, instead being replaced by a small, amused smirk as you raised an eyebrow. "You so are."

Eddie gasped and reeled back dramatically, clutching at his chest as if he'd been shot in the heart. You shoulders began to shake as you giggled at his dramatics and that familiar fluttering sensation began to bloom beneath your ribcage while Eddie tried to regain his balance. He leant forward again, his pointy elbows resting on the little parts of exposed knee peeking through the rips in his jeans.

You'd been aware of these budding feelings for Eddie for a few months now. At first you thought the giddy feeling that bubbled within you whenever you saw him was just joy over a new friendship, but as time passed you began to realise that, nope, what you were feeling was actually the beginnings of a crush.

A crush you were very much convinced was unrequited.

Before said crush could get a glance at what you assumed was some sort of lame, lovestruck look on your face, you squashed that fluttering feeling down as best you could and began to roll the dice.

Eddie watched closely as you shook the dice in your hands and rolled for your stats. His chocolate brown eyes studied your face as they usually did when he knew - or was pretty damn sure - you weren't looking. The slope of your nose, the curve of your cheeks, the cute little Cupid's bow in your top lip, and the tip of your tongue that he could just spy poking out from between your lips as you concentrated on adding your rolls up and jotting them down in your doodle-ridden notepad.

A few stray hairs slipped down into your face as you hunched over your notepad and it took all of Eddie's restraint to not reach over and brush them aside to tuck them behind your ear. There were times he thought you harbored the same feelings he'd hidden away, but he'd always had a nasty habit of second guessing himself when it came to people he was attracted to - especially when it came to you.

Eddie was painfully aware of the fact that if he made his feelings known to you and you didn't reciprocate, it would put a strain on his friendship with you, if not ruin it completely. Although Jeff had assured Eddie when he sought out his friend's advice that he was "pretty sure" you liked him back, he was simply too much of a coward to put himself in such a vulnerable position.

It wasn't until you said his name for a third time that Eddie was pulled out from his own messy head and back into his messy bedroom.

"Huh?" He willed the heat rising to his cheeks to kindly fuck off, embarrassed that you'd caught him staring at you.

The corners of your lips quirked upwards as you spied that rosy pink hue blooming across Eddie's cheeks and you automatically reached a hand up to tuck those stray hairs back behind your ear, your eyes flicking back down to your character sheet. You were pretty sure you'd caught Eddie checking you out and just the thought of it being a possibility had your heart thumping hard in your chest.

"Um...I finished rolling. You said I'd want my wisdom stat to be the highest for a druid, right?" You asked, meeting his gaze again.

“Uh, yeah that's right. Gimme a sec,” Eddie chuckled nervously and was quick to grab the Player's Handbook, very much eager to move on from the awkwardness of being caught. He was relieved you didn't seem too weirded-out by it. If anything, if his eyes didn't deceive him, you seemed almost…into it?

He chalked it up to wishful thinking on his part, though Jeff's words did start to ring a little more true than they had done before.

The two of you got to work on building your character - stats, skills, equipment, gold and spells. You were pretty satisfied with everything, save for maybe your Armour Class which left something to be desired.

“Aaand I think all that's left to do is your hit points. You'll want-” Eddie flicked back a page or two in the Handbook. “-Ah, eight plus your Constitution modifier, then for every level above first you can either take a five plus your con, or gamble and roll a D8 for something higher.” His warm, brown gaze rose from the book to meet your own and he cocked his head to the side, some of his unruly dark curls falling in front of his shoulders. “What d’ya wanna do?”

You pondered for a moment before grinning. “Well obviously I've gotta gamble.”

A bright smile broke out on Eddie's face, those familiar little crow’s feet forming at the corners of his big round eyes. If it could, your heart would've leapt out from your chest and right into his hands.

“That's the spirit!” He clapped his hands together and the thick silver of his rings clinked against one another. “But be warned, I won't allow any re-rolls this time so you'll have to take whatever you get.”

You were pretty sure that a D8 was the small, diamond-shaped one. As you reached out to grab the dice, Eddie did just the same. Your hands brushed against one another, sending tingles right up from where your skin touched his, through your body right to the tips of your toes. You heard Eddie's breath hitch and your heart skipped a beat at the tiny little sound.

For a moment it seemed like neither you nor Eddie could - or wanted to - move, and the longer you sat there, frozen, the more you felt your face get hotter and hotter.

Before you could say or do anything, Eddie took your hand and flipped it over so your palm faced upwards, plucked the D8 from its place amongst the plethora of dice and placed it into your hand. When you managed to finally tear your eyes away from your hand in his to look up at him, Eddie's own gaze was already fixated on your face, a small smile on his pink lips and a red hue dusting his pale cheeks.

The corners of your lips twitched upwards as you began to pull your hand away, but Eddie caught it before it could go too far.

“H-Hey, uh…” He stuttered, gathering up his courage. “...I know you only came over here to make your character but, uh, did you wanna carry on hanging out afterwards?” His hand was slightly sweaty, but you didn't mind it. “We could have a smoke, watch a movie and order pizza or something - y'know, if you want to?” His voice cracked halfway through asking. Eddie wasn't a religious guy, but if you rejected his offer he truly would start praying for his shitty mattress to swallow him whole, especially after a his voice cracked like he was fucking 16 again.

It felt like a mini explosion of butterflies had gone off in your tummy. “Really?”

You looked absolutely star struck; raised brows, glittering eyes, pink cheeks and lips slightly parted. The only other time Eddie had seen you with that look on your face was the first time you'd seen him shredding on his guitar and he knew there and then that he was absolutely fucked. Seeing it again now while you were sat just a mere few feet away had him wanting to pull you in by the hand he still held and kiss you.

“Y-Yeah! I mean, my uncle’s working the night shift tonight so we'd be able to chill out without him hanging around. But no pressure or anything, y'know.” He let go of your hand to scratch the back of his head, chuckling nervously.

The word date hung heavy and unspoken in the air between you.

You closed your fist around the D8 sat in your palm and pulled your hand back towards you as you nodded, smiling brightly at Eddie while your heart hammered in your chest with excitement. “No, that sounds really nice. I'm down for that.”

The giddiest grin broke out on Eddie's face and you were sure if eyes could sparkle, Eddie's would've been the source of a golden-brown disco ball effect as the orange light of the sunset shone through the open blinds over his window.

“Cool! Cool cool cool cool.” Was all Eddie could think to say as the adrenaline rush filtered its way through his body. He fiddled with the thick silver ring on his index finger, unable to keep that grin off his face. “So we'll finish this up and I'll roll us a couple of joints then?”

You returned Eddie's grin. “Sounds like a plan to me.”

[canisalbus]

just a quick ask to tell u it makes me super happy seeing the detail u go into when pointing out stuff u like about other people's art of ur ocs :3 it's so rare to see but it's so so motivating!! <3

Thank you! I don't take any interest for my art for granted, and if someone goes through the trouble of drawing my characters for me, I feel like trying to write a proper response is the least I can do. For a visually oriented person, receiving gift/fan art is a huge deal, it means someone considered my goobers worth their time and effort, they've probably been thinking about them more than a little and found them inspiring in a way or another, and I find that terribly flattering. It's extremely fun and interesting to see other people's takes on them. And I've drawn stuff for people as well, I know how nice and rewarding it feels to receive a response that is longer than a word or two. Positive comments like that can linger in people's minds for a long time, at least for me they do.

[sweetbrier2908]

nighttime routine

(gn!mc x simeon)

nights with simeon are usually like this.

you change into your pajamas and jump on the softest and most comfortable mattress in the whole three realms. it's always so soft to the point sometimes it completely swallows you. you wonder if the softness of it may be bad for your back, but not every night is like this and you will willingly tolerate the mattress.

you then curl yourself in the thick planet, scroll through your d.d.d, and attend asmo's party on stories. or you will read a book, usually "tales of the seven lords". sometimes you pick the first edition ever, sometimes you settle for a picture book. sometimes, instead of lying, you sit and spread the whole series on your bed (just for simeon to collect them after you fall asleep halfway through the book in front of you). the truth is you're still awake and simeon knows that. but he always enjoys taking care of people, he enjoys watching you reading the books he wrote on your bed, he enjoys putting them away for you to sleep comfortably, he enjoys your small smile every time he covers you with the blanket (and you enjoy his soft giggle which makes you fall asleep soundly).

you two never talk too much. while you're doing literally everything that you're in the mood for, he sits down by his desk and plays a vinyl record. always the songs that you don't know. he picks up his pen (sometimes his quill) and enters his inner world. sometimes he works until you pass out. sometimes he finishes before you fall asleep. it's not important. you know all too well that when the morning comes, you will be in his arms. and that's enough.

some nights you both go to bed early. just an hour after dinner. solomon will do the dishes and luke will help. luke is a good child, and he knows today is not a day you come to watch a cooking tv show in the living room. he wishes you a good night, and watches you sneakily slip through simeon's bedroom door (from the dining room, of course, luke knows better than to follow you and make sure you remember where the guest room is).

simeon will curl up and put his head on your chest. you are sure that he can hear and count every beat of your heart. loud and clear. you wrap your arms around his body, tightly. sometimes you're scared that your hug is a little bit too tight (so tight), but simeon said it never hurt him (your hug is always so tight, it reminds him that he's still alive).

you and simeon will keep holding each other like that. you both will not sleep, you rarely move your eyes from the wall, and his breath is not so stable. those are the restless nights.

sometimes you run your hand through his soft velvet hair, and make a mess before it turns back to being soft and unruffled. sometimes your finger keeps drawing circles on his trembling back. is he crying? you're not sure. but you won't ask. you will be patient. simeon will tell you eventually.

he will tell you when he's ready, or you're ready. or when the morning comes (to be honest you never know when the morning comes here in devildom, simeon will tell you when it's time, simeon knows everything), you kiss his forehead, his nose, his cheeks, his lip. simeon's lip is as soft as your blanket, his hair, the celestial realm's clouds. you kiss every part of his face and simeon will do the same to you. "morning ritual" he said, and you suddenly want everything you two do to become some sort of ritual. so simeon can never give up on this, on you. simeon never tolerate you, ever. so it has to be a ritual and not a punishment or a rule.

maybe the moon is a little bit clearer, and the sky has shifted from pitch black to charcoal color. simeon gets up first, wears his slippers puts on his nightgown which is on the floor. he turns his head to look at you, who is still on the bed, and gives you a sad smile, "i promise this will be the last time".

his smile recently is always sad.

simeon knows everything but simeon never knows himself better than you do.

[mel-loly]

-Please, if you can, give a sincere answer to: ↓