#i can be lazy

[leos-fever-dream]

i have an iron defiency therefore i have an excuse to be lazy

[dingbatnix]

I posted 913 times in 2022

That's 909 more posts than 2021!

158 posts created (17%)

755 posts reblogged (83%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@baka-monarch

@giant-tiny-squid

@darkeninganon

@data-expunged-0

@kayla-crazy-stuffs

I tagged 855 of my posts in 2022

Only 6% of my posts had no tags

#reblog - 637 posts

#mcyt g/t - 198 posts

#mcyt gt - 175 posts

#giant!dream - 101 posts

#writing - 99 posts

#g/t - 78 posts

#tiny!george - 77 posts

#mcyt - 75 posts

#mcyt vore - 73 posts

#bat's rambles - 70 posts

Longest Tag: 114 characters

#but it don wanna tag it as axolotl dream so it doesnt show up on normal people's feeds and make them uncomfortable

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

George is just a...tiny bit annoyed rn

Dream is just : )

Anyway! Have a George and (just his hand????) Dream from @cyncerity 's dad's troubles au! I had the sudden urge to draw at least George, so I did! Here ya go!

140 notes - Posted August 14, 2022

#4

Oh dear...well, I guess they're not getting Tommy back. Not for a while, at least : )

(click for quality (cause tumblr sucks))

142 notes - Posted March 10, 2022

#3

(click for quality!!!)

(with and without the text (cause I like them both))

I've been working on this one for a while now. I got really inspired by mushroom George and decided to add in my two bits! So, here they are!

Special bonus: SPEEDPAINT VIDEO! Yay! It has music and everything! Go watch it if you want! (It is kinda boring tho) ( and potato quality but eh, what can you do?) : )

FANFIC!!!! By @beckyu !!!!

Don't forget to mention that...

Dude holy crud go read it!

147 notes - Posted August 4, 2022

#2

Blind!Dream au but with borrower George

Dream just lives in a little cottage off in a forest, just does his own thing

Sapnap, Bad, Ant, and Sam visit him every few weeks to make sure he's doing alright

George is just,,,vibin, living in this blind man's house

Like, Dream's not gonna see him, so he's a little more careless with being out in the open

Sometimes, if Dream's misplaced something and he can't find it, George will just like, knock on the wall wherever it is to help the bean out

Dream low-key thinks he's being haunted by a friendly ghost

But he'd probably be super screwed if he didn't have this helpful entity hanging around, he's pretty disorganized

One day though, Dream falls down the stairs in his house and hits the ground pretty hard

When George arrives, Dream's out for the count and there's a huge gash near the back of his head

George has to make a decision, he can't really help Dream, he doesn't have enough medical knowledge

So he decides, he's going to help his human

He gets to Dream's communicator, which had clattered a few feet away from the human when he fell

It takes him a moment to figure out how to use it, it's been modified for text-to-speech and calls only

But when he figures it out he taps on the first 'call' button he sees

Turns out it's a group call, and he just called all four of Dream's friends

He panics for a moment, then forces himself to roll with it, Dream's hurt and he needs help

"Dr-Dream fell," he says directly into the speaker. "I–he's bleeding from his head and I can't help him so please someone come over and help him?"

There's a sudden rush of questions on the other end, but George jets it to the nearest wall to wait

Eventually Dream's friends burt through the door and take care of him

Dream's okay, after all that

But,,,they tell Dream about the mysterious voice that called them to inform them about Dream's injury

Dream waves them off, telling them it was probably just his resident ghost, it's pretty friendly and there's no need to go looking for it

But his friends are curious and start hanging around more, searching for any sign of this aforementioned 'ghost' of Dream's.

169 notes - Posted April 22, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Guess I've been indoctrinated into a new cult

Have a small angery Tommy

236 notes - Posted February 3, 2022

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[soranker]

laios985

[gossippool]

*steeples hands under my chin like i'm sherlock* so you see,

[vegetabletaxi]

this is just a bunch of text and barely a comic sorry, but i really wanted to talk about this stuff even if i don't have the energy to properly draw

[pien-art]

Dyke <33 (Fag version) Filet crochet, 27 x 44 cm prints available here !

[egophiliac]

it's never the last time.

I was trying to justify to myself having Leona know how to use a waffle maker, and. well. sometimes you just gotta go where the flow takes you.

[catmask]

does anyone have like an anti aesthetic. like something you look at and can recognize as a complete fashion/interior design/artistic movement and understand it but it makes you shudder seeing it. i am not talking like “its morally bad” “its poorly structured” like just sheerly devoid of joy for you actually invites a repulse response.

[olasketches]

big brother comes to “rescue”

vol. 2

[erabu-san]

Mavuika

[gingersnapped]

"Sam is probably my only friend in this town..." emergency sleepover time in the mountains after local small town emo and skater boy played too much solarion chronicles and lost track of time

[coolerhope]

Eustace is actually a really good name for him. Plotwise, it truly makes me believe that his father didn't care for him.

[scarletlarvesta]

A fun Pyro for you

And a closeup of the profile picture cause I think it's cute

[turtleblogatlast]

Leo learns something about himself 🏳️‍⚧️

Based roughly on this old post.

Bonus:

[Leo is taking the fact that he was born biologically female simultaneously very well and also not so well but overall he’s mostly coping with the fact that it was Draxum that just essentially gave him the turtle equivalent of ‘The Talk’.]

[nau-the-duke]

Portraits

I forgot to post this here whoops.

Did some sketch requests on Instagram and someone asked for "Aziracrow drawing portraits of each other". So I, naturally, slipped in a little reference there.

There are many other requests I drew, but I want to fully coloured them, so I'll post them when they are!

I like to think that Crowley has at least some art skills he's gathered throughout the millennia. Not at Aziraphale's level, of course, but it's something.

[inkskinned]

the thing about art is that it was always supposed to be about us, about the human-ness of us, the impossible and beautiful reality that we (for centuries) have stood still, transfixed by music. that we can close our eyes and cry about the same book passage; the events of which aren't real and never happened. theatre in shakespeare's time was as real as it is now; we all laugh at the same cue (pursued by bear), separated hundreds of years apart.

three years ago my housemates were jamming outdoors, just messing around with their instruments, mostly just making noise. our neighbors - shy, cautious, a little sheepish - sat down and started playing. i don't really know how it happened; i was somehow in charge of dancing, barefoot and laughing - but i looked up, and our yard was full of people. kids stacked on the shoulders of parents. old couples holding hands. someone had brought sidewalk chalk; our front walk became a riot of color. someone ran in with a flute and played the most astounding solo i've ever heard in my life, upright and wiggling, skipping as she did so. she only paused because the violin player was kicking his heels up and she was laughing too hard to continue.

two weeks ago my friend and i met in the basement of her apartment complex so she could work out a piece of choreography. we have a language barrier - i'm not as good at ASL as i'd like to be (i'm still learning!) so we communicate mostly through the notes app and this strange secret language of dancers - we have the same movement vocabulary. the two of us cracking jokes at each other, giggling. there were kids in the basement too, who had been playing soccer until we took up the far corner of the room. one by one they made their slow way over like feral cats - they laid down, belly-flat against the floor, just watching. my friend and i were not in tutus - we were in slouchy shirts and leggings and socks. nothing fancy. but when i asked the kids would you like to dance too? they were immediately on their feet and spinning. i love when people dance with abandon, the wild and leggy fervor of childhood. i think it is gorgeous.

their adults showed up eventually, and a few of them said hey, let's not bother the nice ladies. but they weren't bothering us, they were just having fun - so. a few of the adults started dancing awkwardly along, and then most of the adults. someone brought down a better sound system. someone opened a watermelon and started handing out slices. it was 8 PM on a tuesday and nothing about that day was particularly special; we might as well party.

one time i hosted a free "paint along party" and about 20 adults worked quietly while i taught them how to paint nessie. one time i taught community dance classes and so many people showed up we had to move the whole thing outside. we used chairs and coatracks to balance. one time i showed up to a random band playing in a random location, and the whole thing got packed so quickly we had to open every door and window in the place.

i don't think i can tell you how much people want to be making art and engaging with art. they want to, desperately. so many people would be stunning artists, but they are lied to and told from a very young age that art only matters if it is planned, purposeful, beautiful. that if you have an idea, you need to be able to express it perfectly. this is not true. you don't get only 1 chance to communicate. you can spend a lifetime trying to display exactly 1 thing you can never quite language. you can just express the "!!??!!!"-ing-ness of being alive; that is something none of us really have a full grasp on creating. and even when we can't make what we want - god, it feels fucking good to try. and even just enjoying other artists - art inherently rewards the act of participating.

i wasn't raised wealthy. whenever i make a post about art, someone inevitably says something along the lines of well some of us aren't that lucky. i am not lucky; i am dedicated. i have a chronic condition, my hands are constantly in pain. i am not neurotypical, nor was i raised safe. i worked 5-7 jobs while some of these memories happened. i chose art because it mattered to me more than anything on this fucking planet - i would work 80 hours a week just so i could afford to write in 3 of them.

and i am still telling you - if you are called to make art, you are called to the part of you that is human. you do not have to be good at it. you do not have to have enormous amounts of privilege. you can just... give yourself permission. you can just say i'm going to make something now and then - go out and make it. raquel it won't be good though that is okay, i don't make good things every time either. besides. who decides what good even is?

you weren't called to make something because you wanted it to be good, you were called to make something because it is a basic instinct. you were taught to judge its worth and over-value perfection. you are doing something impossible. a god's ability: from nothing springs creation.

a few months ago i found a piece of sidewalk chalk and started drawing. within an hour i had somehow collected a small classroom of young children. their adults often brought their own chalk. i looked up and about fifteen families had joined me from around the block. we drew scrangly unicorns and messed up flowers and one girl asked me to draw charizard. i am not good at drawing. i basically drew an orb with wings. you would have thought i drew her the mona lisa. she dragged her mother over and pointed and said look! look what she drew for me and, in the moment, i admit i flinched (sorry, i don't -). but the mother just grinned at me. he's beautiful. and then she sat down and started drawing.

someone took a picture of it. it was in the local newspaper. the summary underneath said joyful and spontaneous artwork from local artists springs up in public gallery. in the picture, a little girl covered in chalk dust has her head thrown back, delighted. laughing.