#im also just tired of tumblr

[demonir]

I like them a whole lot 💜

[eyeballs-in-my-head]

Any time I draw Sonic characters I curse the person who came up with their designs along with their entire lineage. This is probably why I draw Sonic fanart only every blue moon </3

I want to explain the joke to English speakers SO bad, but it'd probably take at least 5 business days if not more☹️ (exaggerating a bit, but still....sigh)

And that'd take away the fun from the funny. It'd just be...ny.

Like the noise you make when you're uncomfortable or tired or unpleased with something. "Nyuh...😒"

[ysther]

please excuse me while i try to figure out how i want to organize my art it has been a while since i’ve been here :’)

[raineandsky]

If you're taking requests, could I request a hero x villain thing where the villain wakes up in the hero's house, totally confused, and he tries to ambush her when she arrives with food? (She has telekinetic abilities, which helps with a lot. I imagine her house would look like the Burrow from Harry Potter - a bunch of things fixing themselves and all that.) But if you aren't taking requests, feel free to ignore this. I've got plenty of your lovely stuff to read. :)

im sorry this is so late!! thank you for the request, i enjoyed this one :)

When the villain finally regains consciousness, the first thing he notices is the scratchy blanket thrown over him. The second thing he notices, when he opens his eyes, is that the blanket is not his. Nor is the house he’s in.

It’s a world away from his home downtown—a low coffee table sits next to the little sofa he’s on, decorated with thick books that have clearly never been read and a blue vase that’s collecting more dust than flowers. The low afternoon sun streams in through wide windows and envelopes the table and chairs in the corner in a warm orange, the speckled colours of a light catcher draping over the woollen rug nearby. The villain wishes he lived in a place like this, but he’d never dream of being civilian enough to need it.

He has no recollection of getting here. Where was he last? Did he get entangled with a civilian somewhere? What the hell did he do to end up here?

The villain is so caught up in scraping his memory for a clue that he doesn’t hear the door squeaking open behind him. What he does hear is the gentle “oh, good, you’re—”

Now, panic is not a good look on a villain. But frankly, waking up in an unfamiliar home and being faced with a stranger that is approaching from behind gives the villain some instincts that’ve probably saved his life more than once.

He lurches up from the sofa with a snarl, earning a rather startled yelp from the newcomer and toppling the coffee table vase to the floor. The blanket he’d attempted to throw off in his attack has curled itself around him like a snake, and he gets no further than the back of the sofa before it trips him over.

“Oh, sorry!” the person says lightly. “That was a little more intense than I intended, but I suppose I wasn’t expecting you to leap at me either.”

The villain, trying not to let onto his embarrassment at this turn of events, glances up. A hero, one he kind of recognises, is holding a tray upside-down and looking back at him. No, actually, the tray isn’t upside-down. The villain is just on the floor.

“That won’t help you heal,” she continues with a short laugh. “Come on, lets get you back on the sofa.”

The villain goes to throw himself at her with nothing but his nails, but the blanket is wrapped around him unnaturally tight. The hero settles on the armchair opposite as it curls around his shoulders, hefting him to his feet before shoving him back onto the sofa.

“What the hell is going on?” is all the villain can think to say.

The hero smiles brightly, unbothered, and sets her tray on the coffee table between them before turning her attention to her shattered vase. “You were a little worse for wear by the time I got to you,” she offers unhelpfully. “Honestly, I was a little worried. You’ve been out for some time.”

The villain watches blankly as the vase picks itself up off the floor, hovering a few inches off the ground to meticulously piece itself back together. None of it would’ve clicked if he didn’t clock the hero staring at it like it’ll disappear the moment she looks away.

“You’re telekinetic,” he says flatly.

The hero turns back to him as the vase sets itself back on the coffee table. Its perfect presentation slips as the hero lets go of it, several pieces sliding out of formation and dropping to the table. “Maybe.”

She gives him a coy smile. The blanket still has a tight hold of him, keeping him sat on the much too comfortable sofa. The sun is moving, throwing some of her face into wild yellows that brighten her face more than a hero deserves. God, the villain hates all of this.

“You got a bad wound in your battle.” The hero gestures to her side vaguely. “You need time to recover, so I would suggest you stay here until you’re better.”

“I’d much rather be at home than trapped here with you,” the villain snaps.

“Oh.” The hero tilts her head in a way that the villain knows isn’t genuine. “Well, you shouldn’t move around too much. Do you have someone at home who can look after you?”

The bitter silence that follows brings another smug smile to her lips. “Then you’ll stay here,” she says after a moment. “My house will make sure of it.”

“Can you tell your house to lay off? Your blanket is trying to strangle me.”

The hero laughs brightly, and as she does the blanket’s vice-like grip loosens slightly. “I brought you some breakfast, by the way.” She gestures to the tray, which the villain now notices has a bowl of soup and several pieces of bread on it. “It’s proven difficult to feed someone that’s unconscious, so please do make sure you eat something.”

She gets to her feet before the villain can think of anything to dispute her. “I’m just going to clean up in the kitchen. I’ll be back in twenty minutes.” She points to the tray. “I expect that to have gone down when I get back.”

With one last smile she turns on her heel and lets herself out.

The villain stares at the closed door for a moment before turning his gaze back to the steaming bowl in front of him. For god’s sake, it does smell good. He takes it in his lap, nabbing a piece of bread with him and dunking it into the soup.

The vase is slowly disintegrating, pieces dropping out of place every-so-often. The villain watches it like entertainment as he eats, but eventually it starts to get on his nerves. A quick scavenge of the hero’s drawers finds him a tiny tube of glue.

All of this is a pain in the ass. At least this gives him something to do with his hands.

[muzzlemouths]

been playing Clangen a lot lately and my boy Dauber has never experienced a day of peace in his life

[dungeonclown]

IT CONTINUES. After an incredibly delightful couple of hours of explaining the character arcs in Fantasy High, partner in crime @seekingcylem and I did the most timely thing to do in 2024: assign them all Classpects. This was a lot of thinking, rotating the blorbos in my head and going over analysis a decade old RE: Homestuck theory and boy was it fun. I'll spare you all the details unless anyone wants to read it. The long and short of it is:

KRISTEN APPLEBEES, the HEIR OF HOPE. Human Sburb player.

RIZBERT "RIZ" GUKGAK, the SEER OF MIND. Human, hiveswapped onto Alternia. Sgrub player.

ADAINE ABERNANT, the PAGE OF RAGE. Human Sburb player.

FABIAN ARAMIS, descendant of of THE SEACASTER, and the SYLPH OF SPACE. Seadwelling purpleblood troll, Sgrub player.

GORGUG SPRING, the BARD OF DOOM. Greenblood troll, hiveswapped onto Earth. Sburb player.

FIGERO "FIG" FAETHE, the THIEF OF BREATH. Redblood troll, Sgrub player.

(also for those of you who are concerned about the lack of a Time player, never fear: AYDA AGUEFORT joins the Sburb players in Act 2 as a Knight of Time.)

[tradingjack]

cringefail late valentine's day posting some rushed kiss studies bc I worked like 36 of the past 72 hours yippee

and I STILL can't draw kissimg this shit haaard how yall do it 😭😭

[bellacatt-art]

Ever since Kryten mentioned in his introduction episode that he's always wanted his own garden, I've been really wanting to draw him achieving that dream, so this happened! ^-^

♡ Likes and reblogs are super appreciated, thank youu!! :D

[moeblob]

son boy raccoon trash can man suffering in a dnd au as a cleric bc his warlock will not stop committing murders and he has to keep coming up with reasons murder is valid to convince the gm its fine and under control

[tennessoui]

i'm approaching my 70th star wars fic on ao3 (incredible amazing mind boggling ive been doing this for forever and also only three years) and i thought that it would be really fun to do something i haven't done yet: a fic giveaway!!

i've created this google form to collect prompts/scenarios that you would like to see me write and am asking for no more than 2 from one person (though i do remember the rampant cheating of google form responses for the christmas fic debacle of 2022 🤨)

they can be as vague as "stewjoni obi-wan, any rating, no DNWs" or as specific as "stewjon is a living and breathing haunted house!planet and when obi-wan and anakin crash land on it, it has no intention of letting one of its own go again. not when its child has been so kind as to return to its lands. rating: M preferred, DNW: cannibalism, married anidala, any fucking mention of the fucking ocean i'm fucking serious kit"

the form will close august 30 and i'll randomly select a prompt to complete on the 31st!! the fic is going to be a one shot, from 5k-15k words and i'm aiming to have it be published in time to be my 70th star wars fic (so, published before my big bang fic, probably around end of november)

let me know if you have any questions!! this is NOT a commission or anything - no money will be made from this and it is not expected at all. just something fun i really wanna try if you guys want to try it too!

[lsleofthelost]

eye contact

[megaloserrr]

i know i am not at all a big creator i'm just some guy with some internet access and an account and friends but even then all of this, fandom, internet fun, its all become so incredibly insufferable to be in? the only reason i made a tumblr was so i could post my art online and maybe get some validation and silly for it, and because there were strangers on the internet who would share the same opinions as me and we could interact via shared interests and love for content we both enjoy but never actually ever know each other personally and as someone whos been in the undertale fandom since i was like. a genuine child, how did fandom culture go from fun and joyous to genuinely exhausting and like walking through a landmine? i understand trying to weed out all the genuinely shitty people, but like, atleast on my side with my friends, and of course one of the bigger online presences in them being kia, why is it so unimaginable that people are friends with eachother outside of fandom discourse that doesnt hold a single candle to anything in real life? i'll tell you this much; whatever shit my friends like to draw doesn't do anything to me in the real world all of this "blocklist" shit (which, by the way, never has to be made public, if you really want a blocklist make it in private or dm people if they want it), is so dangerous and it's absolutely insane and incredible to me that nobody in the rabid anti spaces can see it as a genuine danger that has real world consequences until things don't exactly go "the way they wanted" why are you airing out, generally average and pretty fucking normal, people and artists around on a list expecting whoever's on the internet to see it and have an ounce of etiquette? and, actually, why are you even willing to put out public lists in the first place? does it not fill you with regret? i fucking hate dreammare as a ship and i dont like the shit that people would consider proship, if anything i'm pretty normal, i just dont give a fuck about what people do in their own little spaces because i can choose not to go in there. so why are you choosing to put me out on a list as if i personally hurt you? like i drew incest brothers and sisters kissing with nsfw written all over it or some shit? brother the only social media that i post publicly on for the world to see is this one!! tldr please leave me the fuck alone and have some idk, sympathy? i dont look on tumblr much, i'm busy you know, living on my own barely a year after turning 18, its not very fun running the risk of harassment, and knowing that people are stalking you and your friendgroup constantly over shit that doesn't fucking matter to you

[mabaris]

no youre completely right - im a gay (trans)man and i legit wanna see so much more about the women bc There Is So Little. I wanna make a lesbian oc who gets bent in half by taash. im very normal.

i’m just tired man!!!! it feels so obvious how disproportionate it is when you’ve got. a cast of characters that we know almost equally little about. and a few of them explode in popularity and it’s like spongebob sticking his hand out the curtain. literally all a character needs to do numbers is to be a light-skinned man

[possiblyi4657]

It's 2024. I come home after a rather awful day at work. I sit down at my desk with a cup of hot chocolate, and for some goddamn reason- despite swearing to myself that ill never touch twitter again- i open that godforsaken platform and check my timeline.

Jack Manifold has logged into the DSMP???? And he and Tommyinnit wrote a really nice finale??????

WHAT TIMELINE AM I LIVING IN???????

[non-un-topo]

I've spent a massive amount of time with straight people this week, and I've surmised that they almost exclusively talk about the following subjects:

- Harry Potter

- Their children / future family-making plans

- Travel (always tropical or warm)

- How little they have in common with their spouse

- Sports

- Diets

- US politics (we're in Canada)

[kentopedia]

truthfully i want to back away from jjk but i don’t know how