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the thing with dnp is theres no way out, not even in like a hahahah jokey thing but i TRIED for 2 years to just not care as much, and it kinda worked after having spent 6-8 years OBSESSING over them, for them to bring back the gaming channel and go on tour and im now back to being 14 again
#get me out of here#ive tried#it doesnt work#nothing sticks like dnp do#ots so fucking bad#phan#amazingphil#dan and phil#daniel howell#danandphilgames
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it'd be great to have tangible friends and community in person. i would feel at least 4% less insane
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it is pride month. it is time to think about enderred. consider: red thinks they are dating. endie doesn't realise red likes him back
#xenon screams#animation vs minecraft#animator vs animation#avm#ava#alan becker#i can't write fluff#ive tried#if i could i would write the shit out of this#enderred
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I'm making a full post about this because I think it's important. I've reblogged other posts on this topic, but this is my own experience because trans man apparently can't be artists without our own communities ripping us apart for it.
I'm mainly an actor, but I do music on the side. I've been in 5 stage productions, a commercial, and a short film. For music, I've done a few gigs at charity events, won a community talent competition, and made some money on the side as a street performer. So I feel decently confident in saying that I'm fairly good at what I do.
When I talk to other trans people about my desire to build a resume that doesn't out me as a trans, and to market myself as a gay actor and not a trans one, I'm called a traitor to the community. And told that I'm depriving trans kids of a role model. Nevermind the cis queer people who think I'm stealing roles from 'real' gay men.
What they don't understand is that work for trans men does not exist. The modern professional canon of dramatic work does not include a single trans man. Not one. I cannot work as a trans man. The best I can hope for is what I've been getting the last year and a half, small background characters whose gender doesn't matter.
When I won the community talent competition for my music, I was told afterward that it was a shame that I won because "the last thing the queer community should be celebrating is another guy with an acoustic guitar". Several people in the trans social group I started attending agreed with that sentiment, telling me to stop playing altogether and saying "the world doesn't need anymore straight men with acoustic guitars". (Side note: I'm gay and explained that but the consensus of the people there was that trans men can't be gay because we're still 'female' (side note to the side note: all of the other people in this group were trans women lesbians and did not see the irony in that)).
I dont understand how other queer people can contribute to this without realizing the harm. I would ask how trans masc artists are supposed to want to keep creating their art but I think that's the point.
#transandrophobia#transmisandry#its just hard you know#i havent been able to work consistently#between transphobia within the industry#and my ex roommate making things difficult while i was living with him#and then having to completely take a step back and put my career on hold#and now im trying to plan for the future#and i dont know if its worth it#i know im not going to be happy doing anything else#ive tried#but im an actor and thats where i need to be#but is it really worth it to force myself into something where im clearly not wanted?#op
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I love Hazbin and im saying this with the saddest voice possible
Fuck the clothes, im redesigning some stuff so i can show off my anatomy skills
I respect the craft going into designing the characters' clothes, i envy all of you who can draw amazing outfits for them
But i cant and if that means that everyone is going to be seminaked, so be it
#babbling australet#ive tried#but they look uncomfy in my way of drawing#bless the girls that have tight clothes because i dont suffer with the folds that much#it's the suits i dislike#the tuxedos mainly#alastor is the only one saving himself but im getting rid off that pant as well
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Hello? Are you there?
I finally, after a few years, did art of this OC in digital. Finally, I have a better way to introduce him to ppl.
#digital art#oc#art#artists on tumblr#roleplay#radioman oc#ive tried#i feel like i did good job#queer artist#queer oc#artwork#art tumblr#what else should i tag#fuckin redheads
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Contact
Pain.
Every synapse and nerve ending in 621’s broken body burned. The sudden Coral surge was overwhelming. It felt like his brain itself was buzzing, his head spinning. Every sensor feed from his stricken AC was more noise than actual data. The last time he’d experienced this much misery in one place was his initial augmentation; unlike that time, he no longer had a larynx with which to scream. Everything was red. Outside, inside, even if he closed his eyes all he could see was that flashing, jittering, intense red. At the outer vestiges of his mind he could hear a voice; soft, feminine, surprised and curious, though he was far from capable of making out what was being said. He clung to the margins, fading in and out as his AC was thrashed around the interior of the Watchpoint. He was fairly sure he had faded in and out of consciousness a few times now. And what was that voice? He was no stranger to hearing voices - usually the med cocktail took care of them - but this was different somehow, more alien and external than a voice in his head had any right to be. Even in his dazed state, he could pick out angular changes in orientation, hear thrusters firing. Accelerometer data confirmed the changes, when his twice-fried brain could actually understand the signals. Was he doing that? Even his instincts had their limits.
“Raven.”
There was that voice again. At least she sounded soothing. Was this it? Was this the parting hallucinations of a brain that had figured out it was going to die? Something seethed deep inside him. This was not how it was supposed to end. He had not come this far to die in some Coral-filled hole in the ground. His AC systems read off a full readiness report he could barely even comprehend. He did make out “operator vitals stable”, so he probably wasn’t dying. Not unless the Coral in his brain decided to cook off, anyway. He also noted he had absolutely no outbound signal. He struggled to un-slump himself within the fluid of his control pod.
“Raven, you need to wake up. There’s a PCA craft on direct approach, it’s jamming our signal.”
Suddenly his mind snapped awake. Combat. The noise had died off and he could make heads or tails of what was happening, albeit with some difficulty. His AC was standing on the roof of the Watchpoint. How? He could figure that out later. There was a hostile incoming. If he didn’t get it together now he wouldn’t live to worry about getting out of the Watchpoint, or the voice in his head that was evidently not a dying hallucination. He was still struggling to function, though; his movements were sluggish and he was struggling to process his machine’s full bandwidth of data. Frankly it was amazing he was doing as well as he was given he should, by all rights, be dead.
“I’ll synchronize with your brainwaves and support you as best I can. Get ready.”
Synchronize with- what? 621 struggled to make sense of the statement, but it wasn’t like he had time to worry about it anyway. At the very least, his datastream had cleaned up, and his AC was moving better, though it felt almost as if it were moving of his own accord. Wait, is this voice doing that? Who the hell even is this? Radar tracked a large AC screaming down to the Watchpoint at high speed. It swung around and drifted to a stop opposite his position on the roof, a large biped with what looked to be an EVA extension pack on the backside.
“Scans indicate it’s an autonomous PCA interceptor, designation Balteus. Be careful.”
The machine physically reached up and dragged down a sizable MRLS rack, locking in for a salvo. 621 already registered the hostile lock tone. This is gonna suck.
“Main system: reactivating combat mode. Move, Raven!”
He didn’t need to hear the suggestion twice. He lunged his AC forward with a booster-augmented kick, dipping low to the right to drag the missile volley towards him before suddenly juking left, sending most of the flight slamming into the ground behind him as he loosed a volley of his own from the plasma launchers on his shoulders. They detonated against Balteus, a shimmering off-teal field shielding the body of the machine from damage. Of course it has a pulse shield. Fucking PCA. He staggered discharges from the laser rifle in either arm as Balteus started to move, bolts rippling across the shield as the autocannons on the support ring returned fire in kind. Damage reports were fed directly to his consciousness as stray shells splintered off armor plating. Balteus came to a brief halt, and 621 reflexively fired his machine’s lateral thrusters, just barely clearing a cannon shell screaming past his left shoulder. He took the chance to loose another plasma volley, slowing down the rhythm on his rifles to give the poor guns a chance to cool, thermal warnings whining in his head. Not like he needed them; he could feel the rain sizzling off the barrels. No pulse weapons on hand. The only way I’m getting through that thing’s shield is with brute force. He tracked Balteus’s orbit, keeping pressure on with his lasers as it came to a halt, gaining altitude over him. The lock tone buzzed in his head. Perfect. He fired off the transit thrusters on his AC at full power, scraping low again to drag the missiles clear before streaking up underneath Balteus. It started to evade but it moved too late, as 621 brought his AC’s foot up in a rocket-powered flip kick. Sensors registered the shield protecting Balteus drop, and 621 carried his momentum through, bringing his weapons to bear as gravity reclaimed his machine. This time his weapons struck true, plasma fields and laser beams finding purchase against Balteus’s reinforced hide. It started to move again, putting distance between itself and its target as more autocannon fire raked 621’s armored hide.
“Thermal spike, Raven, get clear!”
The voice called it out before he even registered it, but sure enough, gouts of flame built at either side of Balteus’ support frame. The machine came screaming forward, lashing a gouge of superheated fire across the roof. 621 barely jumped his machine clear of the sweep, firing off a wall of plasma bolts as he engaged retro-thrusters and put some space between them. Balteus came forward for another sweep, which he evaded only by slamming down to the ground. He dashed forward underneath Balteus, barely managing to keep his machine standing as he pivoted around to bring weapons to bear once more. The damned thing’s shield was already back up.
“Keep fighting Raven, we can do this.”
Gotta kick it again, it’s the only way. Back to square one. Focus. He kept skidding backwards away from Balteus, throwing in erratic changes in vector to throw off its aim with the autocannons. He shifted into a hard left at the edge of the Watchpoint, tracking as Balteus followed his movements along the edge and repositioned accordingly. It initiated a staggered set of dashes forward, firing off another cannon shell in the middle, before launching into another flurry of flame blade strikes. 621 struggled to keep his machine ahead of the assault, thermal sensors spiking well past the redzone as flames licked at his machine. Finally, however, Balteus slowed down. It’s energy was, for a short window, spent. There’s my window. Once again, 621 fired his transit thrusters and slammed feet first into Balteus with as much weight and force as his spritely machine could muster. Its shield flickered out and 621 proceeded to hammer it with as much firepower as he could muster at any one time, driving his weapons as hard as they could go. Balteus tried to regain it’s stability under his barrage, and he fired up the thrusters again, this time sending it drifting across the roof with a shoulder tackle. He kicked off high, continuing his barrage until the weapons forcibly quit fire. Flames poured from Balteus as it struggled to get itself under control. Flames billowed from several open blasts across the hull. Its thrusters gave out, and the machine tried to catch itself on its feet, swaying before buckling and dropping to its knees. It reached up and tried to drag its missile racks down for a final, spiteful salvo. However, in the midst of them sliding into place, several detonated in the rack, leading to a chain reaction that blew the entire craft to pieces. “Sympathetic detonation confirmed in enemy magazines; enemy craft destroyed. Well done.”
621 found himself huffing inside his control pod. Even if he hadn’t physically moved much at all, pushing an AC to its limits right after brushing shoulders with death takes a lot out of you. He took a second to collect himself. “Mind explaining to me who - or what - the hell you are, exactly?” He asked. Things weren’t adding up. Sure, a voice in his head could just be a hallucination, but his hallucinations never actively helped him drive an AC before. Short wave radio comms would pick up in his skull as well, but that PCA unit was very much jamming comms so that’s out, and there is zero chance of somebody copiloting an AC remotely over radio. “I am Ayre - a Rubiconian. We made Contact when you were subsumed in the Coral flow below. The surge of Coral throughout your machine allowed me a measure of direct control, and I was able to override the autopilot and extract you. The residual Coral in your machine is already fading, however… I am symbiotically bound to your implants.” Finally, a name to the voice- Ayre. It wasn’t just another mental side effect of his implants going haywire. Arguably, it was worse; he’d picked up a stray. How? Since when were there people in Coral? It was a mineral, a fancy sparky rock in the ground. It could do a lot of things, to be sure, but since the fuck when was Coral alive? “I understand that this is probably a lot to take in all at once. I tried reaching out to you before, but I… I guess you were still too far gone then to even understand me. Or maybe I hadn’t worked out how to communicate in a way you could understand.” “Well. Thank you for dragging me out of that pit, at the very least.” He said. “So, you’re in my head?” “Yes, specifically your cerebral implants. The Coral throughout your central nervous system acts as a resonator and allows me to exist within your brain, functionally as an extra brainwave.” “Well that’s grand.” 621 lamented. “As if I wasn’t enough of a wreck as-is. I’m going to guess you can rifle through my memories and the rest of my brain at a whim?” “That is correct, yes. At a surface level, that’s how I worked out your name, and worked out how to best coordinate with you in combat.” “Do me a favor then, don’t go poking around places you don’t belong. There’s places in my brain even I don’t touch anymore.” He chided. “I… will keep that in mind, Raven.” Ayre agreed. “Something you should keep in mind yourself: look up.”
In the gaps between clouds, as the storm overhead began to part, 621 could see the bare sky. Streaked through in red, churning as crimson lightning raged within. It traced clear back to the horizon, to the northern coast, where smoke and debris were only just beginning to settle. “That Coral surge you were caught up in was but a drop in the greater tide… and only a small taste of what is to come in Rubicon’s future.” “Fuck.” 621 found himself at a loss for words. How much Coral did we just release? What kind of well was that cork holding closed? “Raven, you need rest. Both you and your AC are in rough shape. I’ll re-establish communications with Handler Walter.”
621 looked to the-now smoking remains of Balteus. Maybe the PCA had a good reason for trying to keep the Watchpoint sealed.
#armored core 6#armored core vi#fanfiction#this is probably far too long form for tumblr#i'm gonna do the whole fucking game sooner or later#still trying to figure out how to do raven as a standoffish asshole#ive done far too much concepting of them being heroic#hoist by my own petard#also tumblr is fucking the formatting#i can't fix it#ive tried
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#got a new laptop so im trying to get back into digital#my art#one piece#one piece live action#roronoa zoro#zoro live action#onepiece#also i have an issue where i physically cannot use anything but this brush#ive tried
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not watching the super bowl because there is nothing that could make me voluntarily watch football, but i hope chiefs win because i don't want taylor to feel any negative emotions
#i cant for the life of me sit and watch a football game#ive TRIED#just cant do it im not strong enough 🙏🏼
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People go:
"Max, Max you write fanfic so well! You should write a book!"
Or "Max your waisting your talent on fanfic"
IVE TRIED TO. I CANT 😭😭😭👺👺👺
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A story about a very religious boy who goes to confession every week to pray for God to take his gay thoughts away and the priest's son practicing to take over for his father who slowly falls in love with him until one day when he comes to confession in tears because someone caught him with another boy and he's being burned as a witch, accused by the town and his scared lover that he'd put a spell on him and was practicing witchcraft
The priest finally pulls back the curtain to confess his feelings and help him escape but he's already gone, dragged to the pyre and it's only as the torches are lit that he finally learns the name and face of the boy who stole his heart
"Caleb. Caleb Thomas. The blacksmith's son. That's who he was. The boy who came to confession every week, who begged for the Lord to forgive him, to take away the part of him that was so wrong and broken. The boy I'd come to love. The boy I watched now as my father lit the wood beneath his feet, condemning him to fires far worse than the ones that would sear his mortal skin.
Did he know? Did he know how he'd broken every rule I'd ever been taught with his laugh? How he'd torn down all the walls I'd put up as he told his story? How he'd taught me what love really was? That love was never just the transaction my parents made it seem, it was so much more beautiful than that. Love lived and grew and was so strong it made your head spin and I had it. I'd felt it. But I never got to live it. I was too scared, too stuck in the ways of the past like the generations before me. And now I'd never feel it again. I'm so sorry Caleb. I couldn't save you, I can't even save myself. If loving you is so wrong, then take my heart with you. Let it die in the fire that engulfs you, for that will be the only way I can live in the way I'm supposed to. May God have mercy on your soul."
"David Williams, you have no idea what you've done to me. I see you out there, your eyes just as beautiful as the first time we met. Do you see me now? Do you realize all I've done to try and fill the hole in my heart that was only ever meant for you? Don't cry, my love, I'm not worth your tears. Don't blame yourself for my mistakes. Don't fall in the eyes of the Lord you hold so dear because of me. I was never worth your time, your attention, your heart. I could never be worth it.
I tried, I tried so hard to forget you. To replace you, to rebuke you. But your eyes, your smile, your laugh, they haunt my dreams and remind me of these thoughts and how broken I am. My heart shouldn't miss a beat whenever we make eye contact during mass, I shouldn't ache for your touch whenever our hands would brush together during communion, I shouldn't want you the way I've never wanted a woman. But I do. God strike me down where I stand, I do. And it's because of that I can't have you. I won't taint you the way I've been, I won't give the devil your heart the way he's taken mine. I can only hope God will forgive my grave sin of loving you."
(I wish I could say I was sorry but y'all know I'm not)
(hums "Love was the law, religion was taught")
#the religious trauma really popped out with this one#tragic gays#my favorite#because me trying to write straight relationships just doesnt work#trust me#ive tried#i cant write women#despite claiming to be one for 19 years#which shouldve been the first of many signs#anyway#i may do more with these two#if yall want to see more#cause i kinda love them#writers on tumblr#writing#someone stop me#short story#story concept#original character#character concept#angst writing#writeblr#writers and poets#does this count as a song fic
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started playing wakfu with bf and its so fun !! he's a little mechanical guy that uses clock magic or something, and i'm a bright orange were-hyena and so he buffs me and does ranged shenanigans and i do BIG WHAMMIES up close :33
#mrowr.txt#i can deny it no longer..... i play tanks#i cant STAND playing ranged clases like. ever#ive TRIED#i can manage melee dps things like rogues or whatnot#but i just cannot ranged. or heals tbh#im a close up bulky tank through and through. i wanna hack n slash#everyone else stay behind me and keep me alive :33
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the sweet memories of how excited i was when season 2 of sword af was announced vs me now being just - meh that the first episode is out
#maybe ill listen to it at some point in the future but idk dont have any pump for it#bro i cannot concentrate on only audio stories#IVE TRIED#sword af#sword af 2#smosh
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ive tried so hard to make my Dr. Ratio not be terrible in combat but he's just a w f u l
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I hate to say it. I hope I don't sound ridiculous, but I've literally never found the breastfeeding kink attractive. I'm so sorry you guys so sorry
#im sorry i just cant i cant cant cant i cant i cant#ive tried#its like nails on a chalkboard for me#its just not for me im so sorry#i wont write it#i get the ick 😭😭😭
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i feel like im probably gonna be talking about this a lot here since i cant talk to Her about it and it really is bothering me so much
#but i feel bad about this too bc it just feels like im talking about her behind her back. which i am kind of. aughhhhhh#its just. idk large age gaps have just Always bothered me no matter how much my opinions on everything else change!!! i think its a bad idea#and dangerous! almosf everyone else she knows thinks its fine so maybe i am just annoying and insane but i literally cant change how i feel#ive tried#like theres. so much that could go wrong here#hes 10 Years Older. hes had experience dating. hes been an adult for 13 years#shes 21. has basically 0 experience dating. and her mental health is really not great#like she just realized she liked men too a few months ago and shes been in this cycle of getting really really obsessed with guys older than#her really fast and everything they do really affect her. she has trouble recognizing sus behavior and is too afraid of upsetting ppl to her#own detriment#i really hope that this guy is normal (as normal as you can be when ur 31 being with a 21 yr old) but if hes not then this has the potential#to go so so bad#and im worried#no one else seems to be tho so idfk!!! am i just too child brained compared to people who date. maybe. but im so worried
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