#let me know if you want me to untag you!

[pronoun-checks]

Hey! got a new name/pronouns recently, would like to see them used maybe. Thanks in advance.

name Mantis, he/they/it (Can you do alternating pronouns?)

I like bugs (obviously) and mycology! I recently dyed my hair red, and got a cool cut with like undercuts on either side a bit of a mullet. My halloween costume is going to be crowley from good omens, and it's already practically done. I've been sort of getting into witchcraft stuff, or at least wanting to. School is starting in like a week for me. I'm gothpunk.

(-@bugs-and-queers)

No problem!

Hang on, is that Mantis? I think I see Mantis over there! Do you see him? They’re the one sitting by themself with their headphones on. It has dyed red hair and an undercut-mullet style. Yup, that’s Mantis! Have you met him before? No? You’ll have to meet them sometime. I think you’d get along nicely with it. He said he likes bugs, and I wonder if they have a favourite bug? I’ll have to ask it the next time I speak with it. He also said he likes mycology, so maybe you could talk to them about fungi and stuff like that? I believe Mantis likes Good Omens, since it said it’s dressing up as Crowley for Halloween. He said he’s already almost got his costume done! Maybe they really like Halloween. It said it’s been getting into witchcraft, so that’s pretty neat! Oh, hey! Mantis is looking over here now! Do you want to go say hi to him? Sure! Let’s go talk with them. It said it starts school next week, so we should go wish him good luck. Hey! Mantis!

@bugs-and-queers

[brucewaynehater101]

I saw this post from @snakeredbirdbatkatana, and I wanted to create an AU inspired from it.

So, their point about Cass being Batman while Bruce is in the timestream MAKES SO MUCH FUCKING SENSE.

Hear me out:

No Battle of the Cowl happens. Cass just sighs and takes up the mantle

Batgirl (Steph) is her "Robin" during this time

Nightwing handles most of the JL responsibilities Batman has while patrolling Bludhaven. He leaves Gotham in their capable hands

Damian joins Dick in Bludhaven under the mantle of Robin

Red Hood travels worldwide and handles some of the crimes/issues that Cass did in canon

Tim can either keep being Robin (since Damian is staying in Bludhaven, not Gotham) or he can take up a new mantle

Tim sometimes meets up with Jason as he's searching for clues

It might not fit or solve all of the problems in canon, but it wouldn't cause the entire batfamily to blow up (rip Jason metaphorically this time).

[sollucets]

Vent your anger.

[wanderingblindly]

Solipsism

Charles Leclerc/Sebastian Vettel, 3.4k words, oneshot, rated E

"Does she know you dream about this, Sebastian?" Charles's voice drops lower, more a vibration against the sensitive skin than anything meaningful. "That you dream about touching me, dream about looking at me..." Another slow half stroke. Another kiss beneath his ear. "Do you dream about fucking me?"

RANCID HORNY DERANGED BODY SWAP HELLO!

I know most of y'all do not know me Like This -- as it predates my tumblr -- but sebchal are my roots in this fandom. Due to a slight secret santa matching miscommunication, I accidentally wrote this for @f1ggotry despite not needing to so… merry early Christmas?

[zinepunk]

431 IS NOT HORIKOSHI’S WORK AND IT IS NOT CANON

@comradekiwi already posted these screenshots but I’m posting them as well because I want to spread it as much as possible

Featuring tags from @lazybakerart that I 100% agree with

[aueua]

some of the other artfight stuff; I was a bit more active this year!

A:\ @minosduos \ @frostbite-the-bat \ @pigeon-scratches B:\ rain-upon-glass (IG) \ @miruneal

[lilac-hecox]

I was thinking about the 2006x2023 au that @azhartt drew and how 2023 Anthony is all about connecting to classic Smosh, feeling nostalgic for the days when it was just he and Ian making videos together, feeling that magic between them. Then he's literally face-to-face with 2006 Ian and as fond as he is of 2023 Ian, he's so incredibly fond of this young Ian he remembers growing up with.

Imagine Anthony wraps him in this huge hug because it's his childhood friend Ian! That he reconnected with! But still spent the better part of 6 years thinking was gone forever. Like, emotionally open, vulnerable, knows how to communicate Anthony just hugging the crap out of teenage "no homo" Ian. Maybe Anthony might even tear up just a little bit. Meanwhile 2006 Ian is like "??? Ew???"

Maybe 2006 Ian alternates between not really recognizing this older Anthony, and thinking that 2023 Anthony looks rad as hell. Like picture him all wide eyed being like "Whoa! You have tattoos! What happened to your hair?? Does future me have tattoos? Is Smosh still a thing?? Are we rich???"

Anthony doesn't want to tell him things because there are probably rules to sudden spontaneous time travel? And he and 2023 Ian had both agreed that everything in their past had to happen for them to reconnect so the tragedy is that Anthony can't really change anything for younger Ian even if he wanted to because then it might ruin the present.

[deathclassic]

art tag

love a good art tag so thank you @doshiart for thinking of me <3

How did you start drawing? What year was it that you become more seriously and consciously interested in it?

uh ive been drawing all my life, i wanted to be an 'artist' when i was 6 and then it kinda went into different ideas surrounding art - tattoo artist, graphic designer, illustrator, etc etc and then i decided to pursue graphic design afer high schoo about 8 years ago? and have a degree in that now

When you felt the urge to share your art with other people? When did you start posting your drawings on social media?

i was always drawing for other people and then i started posting my fanart when i got twitter and tumblr in 2010, so it's still floating around on here

Your first/earliest drawing. What were your impressions of it back then and what are your feelings now?

i was probably really proud of it and had probably never seen a giraffe at all, i was 5. there's earlier ones out there of course but this is the earliest i could find around me

Your first fanart ever

i cant find my fanart of my little pony from 2004, or my fall out boy, panic at the disco and my chemical romance stuff from 2008. i drew this of ian in 2011 though.

Your first gallavich fanart

see above

When you had bad days and things didn't work out, what inspired you to keep trying?

what else was i gonna do with my life lol, im not good at maths, im not good at english, im not good at science so this was the only thing left. i dont share what i draw most of the time, no one needs to see it, so i just sketch whats around me, i scribble just to get the anxiety out. and then i come back sometimes weeks later like it never happened.

Show your old piece that you strongly dislike and tell why.

i was just getting back into the shameless fandom after being in and out since 2011 and i hadnt actually drawn them for a long time so i hate this one with a burning passion.

Show your old piece that you very like and tell why. What's the difference with the previous?

this is a scanned version, it's done entirely in sharpie. i like how simple it is, just one medium, stark contrast, and yeah. difference between them is that one is digital and one is traditional, one was done after drawing them for years and the other was done after taking a break to draw for other fandoms.

Show your old piece that you were very proud of back then.

maybe this one from university? i made a guidebook of architecture of melbourne and i drew every building by hand, i did this maybe 4 years ago?

Do you do any practice sketches or warm-ups before you draw something big?

oh yeah - mind maps, thumbnails, hand drawn text exploration, figure sketches, writing down different values. every single one of my drawings that get posted start like this

Sketch vs Final. Show your process.

i had to redesign the blair witch movie poster

Your most recent drawing.

logo ive been working on for a client - not bound by contract so i can share it with you because i dont want to share my secret santa thing lol

Give yourself some praise! Look at what improved in your art!

im glad you kept going. through all the death threats, through people selling your stuff without you knowing, through the depression. who knew you'd still be drawing for the same fandoms decades later?

Any advice you'd give to your earlier self?

stop giving a SHIT about everyone else. draw for yourself and no one else.

Set a goal for yourself for the coming year.

stop getting taken advantage of <3

im tagging @spookygingerr @ghoulish-art-tendencies

@vintagelacerosette @suzy-queued @cal-tastrophe @iansw0rld @heymrspatel @grumble-fish

[neon-kazoo]

You’re Gonna Go Far, Kid (Sequel to Spy?)

(Inspired by the song ‘You’re Gonna Go Far, Kid’ by The Offspring)

A kick, a slap, a left hook, too many punches to count.

At first, the attacks were directed at Hero. They were surrounded by enemies that were bonding over the shared betrayal and, naturally, they had felt the need to release their frustrations. The hero had a black eye and a bloody nose to prove it. After all, there wasn’t much they could do to avoid the blows while tied to a chair in a second safe house.

Well, they could talk.

“I was having a great hair day, and you all had to go and ruin, it didn’t you?”

They all hit a little harder after that.

Beating up on the revealed spy only united the group for so long, though. Soon the blaming started, lots of ‘you should have known’ and ‘maybe you were in on it too.’

Hero may have…egged them on a bit.

A little suggestion here, a pinch of eye contact there, and paranoia took root like a weed.

The infighting grew, and Hero now sat largely forgotten in the center of the room. No eyes were on them, and no ears would be able to pick out sounds they made.

It was an opening, and Hero was not one to waste an opportunity.

They surveyed the group, determining none were so experienced as to know never to leave a captive to their own devices. The leader was nowhere to be seen. He disappeared after Speedy and Blueprint had helped haul them from the bus and was replaced by Mover, which was the best news Hero had had all day. A beatdown was one thing, but the villain’s ominous comment had left them unnerved.

It was too bad no one had bothered to sweep the floor of the safe house. Beneath the dust and paint chips littering the ground, Hero spotted a chip of broken glass. It took some shuffling and some straining, but Hero was able to get it securely wedged under their foot.

Now, for the hard part.

Listening once again for any lull in the fighting, and hearing none, Hero gritted their teeth then rocked hard to the left. They shifted to the right, repeating the process. On their third tip, they went crashing to the floor, just as they had intended.

They narrowly avoided smacking their head on the concrete as the wooden chair splintered with the impact. One seat leg snapped, allowing them to slide the glass up to their bound hands against the floor with their foot.

One hand, then two were free, and they headed quickly for the back of the room. When the door closed behind them, they allowed themselves to feel a little victorious. This new room was darker, and they took a moment to take it in before making a move. Empty crates and overturned pallets made it difficult to scan the walls. There was the door they came out of, but they struggled to find an exit.

“What was that we said about running?”

Fuck.

Villain stepped out of the shadows and Hero waited for the others to materialize around him. Only, the silence stretched, and the others didn’t appear.

He was alone.

Somehow, that seemed worse.

He was infuriatingly confident, looking like a man that had never entered a situation he couldn’t control. He was comfortable, too comfortable for someone whose prisoner was in the process of escaping.

A thundering of footsteps alerted the hero that their headstart had expired. They whipped their head to the door, bracing to run again the second the crew busted into the room.

“It’s locked.”

Hero looked back to find Villain swinging a key carelessly around his finger.

Oh, so this encounter was no coincidence.

Finally, Hero saw it. There, on the right-hand wall was a door, its window glass boarded up. Freedom was only a few steps away.

The only problem was the man standing in front of it.

“The way I see it, we have two options here. I can let the rest of the crew in here, with you in a locked room, or…”

He paused dramatically while dread pooled in the Hero’s stomach. He continued his offer lightly, like it was of little consequence to him either way.

“You can come with me. Just me. Willingly, of course.”

A thousand questions ran through their mind—‘Why would I?’ ‘Why would you offer?’—And Hero fought to not voice them all.

Instead, they compromised, simply asking, “Why?”

“Last I checked, you’re low on moves, spy. Consider this me, throwing you a bone.”

The words ignited a helpless rage within the hero. He wasn’t wrong per se, but it was the way he chose to insinuate that they were a pitiful dog.

Though, they supposed, that was one step up from ‘rat’.

Hero kept their face carefully blank, trying hard to conceal the gears of decision turning in their brain.

They spoke, stalling for time, “And I suppose I have your word on this?”

The word of a criminal meant little to nothing to the hero. For that matter, no one’s word meant anything to Hero right now. Certainly not the word of a certain police chief.

“You can trust that I prefer to handle these things myself.”

Self interest. That, Hero could count on.

They sighed, barely audible.

“For the record, I don’t think this is the definition of willing.”

That seemed to be an answer in and of itself, but the hero still took no steps forward.

Villain’s smirk was barely visible in the dim light.

“What’s wrong? Not feeling particularly ‘eager’, Hero?” He mocked.

Hero scowled.

Saving them the embarrassment of walking towards their enemy, Villain strode over to them himself.

“How about ‘obediently’? Is that better?”

Worse. That was so much worse.

Hero could agree to being amendable, but their compliance would wear thin if he continued using language best suited to referring to animals.

Figuring a protest would only encourage him, Hero sealed their mouth shut. They expected him to grab their arm to lead them out of there, or to issue a series of commands. Instead, he pushed past them, heading towards the shouts and sounds of the scrambling crew.

Hero turned cold as he slid the key into the lock.

Their fearful confusion must have been written clear on their face, because the villain asked, “What? Gotta make it look good.”

There wasn’t enough time for Hero to process before the knob turned and enemies were pouring into the room. Angry faces fueled by the rage of a second chase barreled towards the hero.

“Don’t let them get away again!”

Now that Villain was no longer blocking the way, Hero headed for the door previously shrouded in shadow. With a click and a shove they burst out into the light of day.

Their eyes struggled with the drastic change, and they slowed to ensure they weren’t running into traffic. With a few blinks they were clear, and they spotted an alley to dart down that seemed to connect to a cross street.

Deja Vu hit them as they spotted a fire escape, and they decided not to try their luck more than once. Instead, they dodged behind a dumpster to double back behind their closest pursuer.

Hero had to assume they had, at some point, all split up, considering that only one criminal was within their sights.

He fell for the fake out, and Hero hopped over a garbage bag and took off in the other direction. They followed the street from which they came for only a block before they veered off in a new direction. Parked cars lined this avenue, and Hero picked up the pace as they passed the row next to the sidewalk. Their heart thundered against sore ribs.

Too many places to hide and strike.

In a crude justification of their paranoia, a figure leapt out from behind a tinted van, grabbing for the hero and catching their shirt in an iron grip. Hero kicked out and suddenly they were both tumbling to the ground. Their bodies smacked the pavement, but neither intended to stop their attacks.

Their shirt twisted them closer and another hand grabbed one of their arms, taking the limb out of play.

Only one arm, though.

Knuckles flew and landed right between the eyes. His body crumpled and Hero scrambled back, right into the waiting arms of the villain.

“Nice punch,” he commented, hauling them back up to their feet with a vice-like grip.

Well, at least they got to break an eye socket.

Hero’s knuckles ached as they were led around the corner. An SUV and another building awaited them, which they entered with fatigued muscles and throbbing bruises. They couldn’t help but think that tiring them out was part of the strategy at play here. ‘Willing’ was definitely a stretch, if the hand clamped around their arm was any indication.

Another safe house, another chair. This rope looked despairingly thicker, however, and the floor had been wiped clean by a more experienced captor.

Hero was not excited when said captor entered the room, leaning against the door with crossed arms and a look strangely akin to admiration on his face.

“You’re a pretty good liar, Hero,” he spoke, and it actually sounded like a compliment. “I’d like to put those skills to use.”

“You want me to work for you?” Hero laughed, despite their precarious position. A job offer was a far cry from what they imagined they’d be walking into after being discovered.

“In exchange, you’ll be protected,” the villain continued

Future tense, not conditional. Arrogant bastard.

Hero scoffed, “From who? You?”

“Among others,” Villain answered simply, evenly.

‘Others.’ Like the party hunting them down as they speak.

“I’m not the only liar here,” Hero pointed out, “you said letting the crew in was part of option one.”

“I believe I said letting them into ‘a locked room.’ It wasn’t locked, you got out.”

The confidence in his voice gave away that his phrasing was purely for show. He knew exactly what he had said.

A technically, and a boring one at that.

Well, they were already here, stuck in this impossible situation. Maybe there was a deal to be made.

Maybe, it could be sweeter than they thought.

Tags:

@atlaserine

[it-was-me-zion]

You are fucking stupid and I hate all of you.

I just scrolled through @squidgirlautism ‘s blog. All posts that come up in the search bar for “zionism” are either asking why they’re getting an influx of anon hate or a post about how running Jewish doctors out of business is antisemitic. Posts tagged with “Israel” are about artifacts or expressing joy over hostage releases. “Palestine” and “zionist” return nothing.

Unless your claim is that everyone is either a zionist or an antizionist with no in between, you are a piece of shit that is trying to harass a random jew online. If that is your claim, you are a still a piece of shit, just in a slightly different way.

I’ve mostly been ignoring posts like these, but for whatever reason this one made my blood boil. I don’t know the screenshotted op as far as I know.

[glumby]

was a pleasure to do this super cute new jeans x oc commission for @toujosei ♡♡♡

commission info here!

[possum-down]

uagh finally finished this, hope the colors dont mess up but yar, drawing challenge! love different peoples interpretations of inklings and octolings and i thought it would be fun to try and draw a few of my favorites, ill put an empty template under the cut

designs featured, left to right, top to bottom: mine, @aeriona @dddeerbo @ryebreadedd @squid-seraph and @dogtoling

[starrysnowdrop]

Just a quick update from me: I’m going to continue to stay away from all social media, including Tumblr, for the next few days until things have settled down a bit.

I understand how many of you out there are upset, hurting, angry, and frightened after the results of the US election. My heart goes out to all of you, truly. 💖

As for myself, I am a person who comes to Tumblr and other fandom spaces to escape from the negativity of the real world, and though I have tried to filter out every kind of tag and content that I can think of, I am still seeing posts on my feed that have no tags for me to filter out.

Therefore, I will continue to stay away from Tumblr for the next few days. You can contact me on Discord at @/starrysnowdrop, otherwise I’ll be back in a few days.

I love you all, and I hope that things will get better.

🫂🥰💖 ~ Hali

[knitting-with-pinhead]

Heehoo Jeffrey Combs fans (and spooky movie nerds) ! Does anyone remember that one gif of Jeff as Milton Dammers goofing off ? It was a night vision shot, very green and dark. It was rumored to have been part of a cast lipsync to 'Kung Fu Fighting', iirc.

My question is.

What happened to that video ?

a friend of mine literally owns SEVEN versions of the movie on DVD and Blu-ray and hasn't found it. Where does that gif come from ?????

@fuckyeahjeffreycombs Any idea ?

[mothcpu]

sketches for @hotlineamy, @bemused-illusionist, awesomecake0 (twitter), and @cultofthorns!

[sincerely-sofie]

*quietly pins Twig art by @scribz-ag24 and @ohboyitsbomk up by my desk*

Now I can alternate between crying because of people being super kind and crying because I keep finding bugs while I do my homework.