#encouragement welcomed

[crabpeach]

Letting myself learn to draw starting with Miku!

this took me all of 5-10 minutes? I just want to see where I can get. I don't need it to be perfect. There's no shading. The lines barely count as line art. But a 5 minute doodle is better than never starting right?

[anistarrose]

you're headcanoning villains as aromantic because you've equated love with morality. I'm headcanoning villains as aromantic to make them more nuanced and sympathetic, expanding upon the original text of them being tragic characters who were failed by society from a relatively young age. we are not the same

[nightmare-chaser]

Ive seen multiple posts from reddit refuges that go like "im queer and its so welcoming here!" Or "im nonbinary and dont get quized on my gender here!" Or "im autistic and i can be weird here and yall like it!" And its so fuckin cute its like yes hi hello welcome this is the gay ass autistic website we love special interests we love weird genders we love just saying random shit and the just happy surprised tone of those posts is so wholesome to me like yes! hi! you are in fact the target audience! welcome home

[divinity223]

Hi, Everyone :)

This is my only Tumblr acct. All other profiles are fakes of me.

I’m a 24 y/o feedee and stuffer.

Some things I’m into: Stuffing 💕 Bloating 💕Burping 💕Chugging 💕Belly Play 💕Max Capacity 💕Belly Expansion 💕Gluttony💕Praise

Some things I’m not into: Immobility 🚫 Death Feedism 🚫 Inflation 🚫 Enema 🚫 Live Animal Swallowing 🚫 Rapid Gain 🚫 Degradation

[dannyphannypack]

college is supposed to be a new start for danny: one in which his “work” life and personal life stay strictly separate. but when danny moves into his new gotham university dorm for the upcoming semester, his hopes are dashed. gotham is overflowing with lost souls, and they won’t leave him alone long enough for him to finish his damn physics homework.

when mr. and mrs. wayne offer him refuge in their old study, danny thinks he’d be stupid not to take it. he wasn’t expecting their house to still be inhabited, but whatever. he can blend into the background. he’ll do anything for some peace and quiet.

now if only he can convince martha to stop trying to out him to the rest of the family.

[apdreadful]

Tommy came in his turnouts and covered in soot, from a fire, straight to the hospital.

Evan Buckley, and Buck’s offer of inclusion in this Buckley-118 family event was that goddamn important to him he came straight from a fire, and got kissed stupid by Evan Buckley at the hospital entrance. Because he showed the fuck up. (And looked super fucking hot to boot)

He knew damn well exactly what everyone would KNOW when they walked in that room together. Buck, soot on his face and beaming like a lighthouse.

And when that lightbulb went off for them. He knew what that in that room would know that he was Evan Buckleys boyfriend.

And when Hen and Karen looked at him, he pretty much confirmed exactly that.

Tommy Kinard just got introduced to the entire 118 and Buckley family as Bucks boyfriend.

And he is totally on board with that. ♥️

[artofalyksandr]

⚠️🕸️Venomous 🕸️⚠️

@gayykronos dropped pics of this hoodie in the discord and the model wearing it gave off Andrew vibes so… I simply had no choice

[ggg-rumpus-map]

Announcement: RUMPUS is now in pre-production!

Hello GGG community! If you've seen the interest check floating around, you might already have an idea: but I'm here to confirm that the first ever Great God Grove M.A.P. Is currently in pre-production!

While it is not open for applications just yet (as we're still polishing up some behind-the-scenes planning), we wanted to go ahead and let everyone know that this project is, in fact, in the works.

If you have an interest in keeping up with it, feel free to follow this blog! If you have any questions, or simply want to learn more about the project itself, check out our pinned post or ask us directly!

We hope to tell you all more soon!

[cacaocheri]

Hi, thank you for being fucking insane about the Five Nights at Freddy's Daycare Attendant

HELLOOO!!!! IT IS MY PLEASURE AND DUTY TO DO SO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[drain-purge-purify]

Three of my other pcs, Meon the Murder Mittens, Daisy the Heifer and an unnamed wolf tf girl who I just refer to as sad pathetic wet dog.

God, one reason I made a dol tumblr for was because I wanted to draw and interact with other people's pcs... I'm just shy, anxious, terrified of getting something wrong, and there's so many cute and cool and interesting pcs that I feel like a child in a candy store ahhh

[wheatcak3]

Im doing doodle requests again for the next few hours!! :3

RB with your favorite character and ill do a little doodle of them being happy/silly ✨ Id love to hear a bit about them too if you would like to share! (Again nothing inappropriate please 🥺)

If you cant think of anything but want something I can draw you a little cat just lemme know!

Also if you'd rather stay anon you're welcome to send a request as an ask!

To start off here's a little twilight sparkle because I just think shes neat :3

Update: I'm finishing up for the night!! Thank you for another fun night :3

[writeblrfantasy]

do you need something beta read? any genre, any length?

do you want to support a queer indie author?

I am a professional beta reader and queer indie author and i would be happy to help you :)

for $1/1000 words, i usually do same day delivery! the gig has an allotment time of longer in case of emergencies, obviously, but same day delivery is my average.

my feedback includes things like characterization, plot progression, pacing, more, and any other custom questions the client might have!

cost of living is expensive asf yall. and indie books dont exactly sell in the thousands. book me! i would love nothing more than to help this community <3

[whereispearlescentmoon]

@hermitshell first off, love your drawings, second off, this ended up being uh… a little long for a ficlet. And by long I mean it’s 2 thousand words. I wrote a fic not a ficlet. Because I love the Nosey Neighbors. Oops.

BigB couldn’t find his teammate anywhere. It wasn’t the weirdest thing, Pearl had the same tendency to wander off and do her own thing that he did. Part of what made their partnership work was that neither of them insisted on staying together, and neither of them really questioned what the other was planning on doing unless they were asked to go along. She had an uncanny sense for knowing where he was anyways, which made him feel like she might be following him sometimes. Normally, he would find it a little grating to have a teammate that close by, but it was something he was grateful for after the incident with Jimmy.

In this kind of downpour, BigB just wanted to be sure that Pearl was okay, and not caught out in it. She could take care of herself, but even if he wasn’t always the most reliable teammate in other series he still knew that a good teammate keeps the other safe. He had done his best in alliances before, even if they were temporary or if he hadn’t been entirely contained to one. Cleo’s warning from the beginning of the series for Pearl stung, even if he had shrugged it off. And Pearl was different anyways. Maybe it was the space she gave him, maybe it was some guilt left from what happened at the Box, but she was easy to want to be loyal to. Easy to care about and to want to keep safe. She did the same for him, he knew. Her insistence on getting him the win despite his own ambivalence towards the idea proved it.

Once he was back in the tower, he quickly headed up the ladder. The bottom floor with it’s tall stone walls was drafty and cold, water seeping in from the door and into the gravel to create mud. Somewhere, deep below the ground, was Pearl’s cat. It would live past any of them down there.

Their bedroom was far warmer and far better insulated despite the open windows. He shut them quickly anyways, cursing the fact that they hadn’t seen the rain coming this morning. The furnace was going in the corner, smelting up some iron. Pearl had to be around here somewhere then, and had probably just gotten back from a mining trip. The furnace’s heat was welcome as BigB untied his bandana and took off his shirt, replacing the shirt with his normal blue button up and placing the wet clothes by the furnace to dry. His own iron gear came off, the metal freezing cold from his walk.

“Pearl?” He called out, looking around. It wasn’t like there was anywhere she could be in their tiny space. Both of their beds were empty, and there wasn’t really any other space. Maybe he had missed her downstairs, or she was under the base? “Where are you?”

“Up here!” The response came, unexpectedly, from above him. He could barely hear it through the closed windows and the pounding rain.

“On the roof?” BigB questioned, incredulous, “Are you crazy?”

He flinched back after asking. Maybe not the right words. The barely healed wounds of last series still stung for her, he knew. She had admitted as much late at night after the amnesia incident, that she was afraid that she was losing her mind for real, or that she had already lost it and everyone had been right about her.

“Maybe!” She seemed good humored in her reply, but it was a little hard to tell. She may not be crazy, but she certainly got an unhinged tint to her when she was red. It was a little scary, to be honest. “It’s nice up here!”

“There’s no way! You’re gonna get sick!” His voice was starting to hurt from having to call up to her.

“We’re only alive for a little bit more! How badly sick could I get?” He laughed, the reminder of their impending deaths somehow making him giddy with adrenaline. Maybe someone else would feel dread, but BigB wasn’t everybody.

“I guess you’re right!”

“So come join me!” He shook his head, but laughed. May as well. Like she said, it’s not like they were going to get sick enough for it to matter in the week or so they had left.

He grabbed what little leather they had and made some more water resistant gear. Looking around he could see Pearl’s iron gear laid out on her bed, meaning she was probably out there in her normal hoodie and shorts. Like he said, crazy.

It wasn’t all that hard to clamber onto their roof, but the rain certainly made it more difficult. BigB struggled to get a proper hold on the ledge, the wood slick under his hands.His heart beat quickly. A death right now would be a fourth of his time. Just as he was afraid he was going to slip, a slim pale hand caught his. With a shocking strength given how slight she was, Pearl pulled him up next to her.She grinned at him, her red eyes meeting his own, and her smile was kind despite the mildly unsettling edge that came with last life bloodlust.

Just as he suspected, Pearl was wearing her hoodie. The normally bright color was darkened to a crimson, and he was sure it was incredibly heavy with how soaked through it was. Her shorts looked nearly black and he cringed at the idea of wet denim. He was glad to not be wearing his own jeans right now, and to have his clothes covered by the leather gear. He would have offered her some, but she didn’t always react well when he tried to give her things. More than anyone else in these games, BigB understood the need to take care of yourself in this sort of situation. He had been doing it since before Pearl joined the series.

“Isn’t it beautiful?” She asked him, pulling him out of his thoughts and gesturing out towards the rest of the server. She handed over a spyglass, this was a true opportunity to Watch, Her eyes glinted purple for a second, in a way that was familiar for both of them. Evo had left a little bit of itself in all of them.He was sure his own eyes were doing the same. They weren’t Watchers, but they were allowed to Watch and even sometimes to Listen.

He looked out at the landscape and couldn’t help but agree with her assessment. Despite the darkness, it was nice to get a good look at everything when everyone else was inside. There was no noise other than the rain, no movement other than the mobs that were spawning. Occasionally, a flash of lighting lit up everything. Light curved around the Mean Gils’ hourglass, it outlined the Clockers’ tower, it reflected on the flooded pool below the Bad Boy’s Bread house. Sometimes it struck the very top of TIES’ base, and he was sure the four of them must have their hair standing on end.

Some distant part of him worried about how high up him and Pearl were, lighting being attracted to tall places and all, but Watching tended to dull such feelings. The two of them were extending themselves to places that they shouldn't be able to actually see. He wondered if Grian would want to join them, or Martyn or Jimmy. All five of them had it in them, even if only Grian and Martyn tended to use it. The rest of the server probably didn’t even know there was anything odd about the way BigB and Pearl Watched them, unless a teammate had told them.

The rain had slowed by early evening, though a light rain kept up. The lighting was gone at least, and some of their server mates began emerging from their bases. Like BigB, many of them were wearing leather, though the most paranoid stuck to their iron and diamond. With everyone on red, he understood the urge. He pulled back his Eyes and began to peer at them normally through the spyglass. The gasping breath beside him told him Pearl was doing the same. It was standard procedure for them, as Watching people was too invasive unless you really needed to. Spying normally? That was just a bit of fun.

He could have kept observing forever, except that Pearl’s breath turned into a huff, and her teeth were audibly chattering. At some point she must have drifted closer to him for warmth, and the drenched fabric of her hoodie was soaking wet and trembling with her.

“We should head inside. I don’t know about you but I’m chilly,” He suggested, putting his spyglass away. His gear had kept him warm and dry for the most part, though his hair was soaked due to the no helmets rule. He lied, however, for her sake. A quick look saw that her long hair was soaked even under the hood, the cloth only holding so much water before it started to leak through, and her lips and fingertips were tinted blue.

Pearl, he had learned, had very little sense of temperature, hot or cold. It was a consequence of last series, she had explained. Whatever tolerance she hadn’t built from her powdered snow escapades and the resulting frostbite, she had gotten from the dead tissue left by Scott blowing them both up. Burn scars went up her legs to the knee, and up her arms to the elbow. Once, when she was yellow, she had leaned against a furnace while it was cooking and he had to pull her arm away when smelled something burning. She hadn’t even felt it, but she had a bandage wrapped around the area where it had left a mark on her bicep.

Maybe it was a winning thing, BigB thought. He didn't have any visible scars from previous games, and certainly no lasting tolerance for anything except maybe pain and fear. He almost wished he had gotten to keep more than just the memories from these games, some proof of pain. Then again, the way Pearl cringed when she traced her scars told him that it would probably be more painful than anything,

“Yeah, inside then. Don’t want you freezing,” She clapped a hand on his shoulder before swinging down, easily and casually. He could hear the thump of her landing on the floor inside.

BigB’s own descent was slower and more careful. He had less time than her, he couldn’t waste it by falling. He had none of her grace, but it was still an impressive feat of strength to watch him lower himself slowly back onto their window ledge.

Before she could lay down, he stopped her.

“You should change, it can’t be comfortable to lay down in those clothes,” She tilted her head to the side at the suggestion, almost dog-like. It was like she hadn’t even considered the idea. With a shrug and a toss, her hoodie joined his own wet clothes by the furnace, which he restocked to turn some wood into charcoal, if only to keep it hot now that the iron was done. BigB turned to look outside while she removed her other clothing to do the same. “You done?”

“Yeah,” He turned back around at her response. Unlike him, Pearl actually brought pajamas to the games. She had proper pajama pants, moon and stars pattern and all, and a tank top. BigB didn’t see a point in it, the t-shirt he normally wore under his button up and the shorts he had on for his red life this season worked just fine. It was still a little chilly, and he shivered as a draft came through the tower. Pearl reached under her bed and grabbed her regular navy hoodie. “Here, you look cold,”

He would have pointed out the irony, her lips were tinged blue, but there wasn’t a point. She probably didn’t even feel it. He just took the hoodie, grateful that Pearl wore one that was oversized because it just about fit on him.

“Alright then, dinner time?” He suggested. A hot meal would do them both some good.

[harleyspinn]

i am correct. thank you!

[expiredsoda]

Hi!! I love your art sm, the way you draw Roz and Vontra is so satisfying if that makes sense. And I’m majority a Rozfink shipper but your sketches immediately made me love Vontroz (which means a lot bc at first, I wasn’t a huge fan). I just absorb all of your art into my dna lol

Anyway, If you’re still taking requests, can you draw Vontra trying to bond with Fink and Brightbill while Roz watches them?

welp that's the task vontra..

fink getting free labor done for him again (that aside I do see him being less hostile towards vontra, trusting roz judgement and all but that's surface treatment, could never be too careful with former enemy

as for bright bill.. yeah it's gonna be a long while till they can be buddies 💀

just thought maybe bright bill would still swim his way, vontra could probably do the same thing

love the beefing, pls never stop being a hater /j