#no I will not draw it myself even tho I am capable

[scopeystfu]

post more werewolf vi content

[shrews-art]

Being alone at home SO isn't good for me, how does anyone deliberately choose to live on their own 😭

[sillybat333]

Billford brainrot

would you guys ever be surprised if I told you I LOVE toxic yaoi?

I finally got the third journal (and also the Book Of Bill) and I'm currently reading it and the more I read it the more I realize how much I love Fiddleford- I, in fact, wanted to do some sort of animatic/animation with one of my favourite radiohead songs but I'm not quite sure If I'll ever be capable enough to actually make it so I don't really know- but hopefully I'll get trough my anxiety and put myself to work ^^

I also kinda hate to take too much time on my drawings even because most of the time it is literally not possible for me to take more than 3 hours on a work and I know it is ungrateful for me to complain about such thing but I always feel like I don't put enough though and commitment to my work even If I try to take more time possible myself. It is so stressful cause most of the time I end up not liking what came out but it would probably be the same even if I took 2 hours more to finish it but I guess my brain just doesn't want to accept that- I guess I just want to prove myself wrong even If I should just work on actually improving.

Tho I have to admit that I'm kinda proud of my improvement in this 3 years of art school, even if I still think I should be even better by now. But it's okay, I improved and I constantly am and I'm grateful about that.

[amethystina]

I am intrigued by all the wips honestly. Anything you give us will be amazing, I have no doubt.

I will ask about Thou Shalt Not Covet tho because it is completed.

And I LOVE the How To Build a Family for Dummies title lmao. If you feel that it fits the story, you don't have to change it imo 😆

Also, I have to ask about your health. I hope you're doing well these days and that you're getting better. If not, don't push yourself too hard. Take care of yourself either way 💜

No pressure x'D

Jokes aside: thank you 💜 I'm very flattered that a lot of you have such faith in me and my writing.

Thou Shalt Not Covet was something I wrote in a feverish haze about a week ago because I was high-key panicking over not having been able to draw or write in what felt like forever and my brain just latched on to that story. Which wasn't at all what I had planned but, apparently, what I needed at the time, so I try not to hold it against myself.

It's basically a fic about Ga On being a raging ball of jealousy for 10k straight.

... or gay, I guess?

So the title is a bit misleading since there is actually A LOT of coveting going on. Coveting of Yo Han, to be more specific.

Ga On you little sinner you.

And it's 10k before editing, I should say. Because since I wrote it with a fever, I'll probably have to add a bit as I edit. Understandably, I tend to miss a lot of details when I'm too feverish. The fic is set just before Kim Choong Sik's first trial, so around episode 10. Which means I'm going to have to add a couple of warnings because Yo Han does not play fair. Whenever I write Yo Han as he was during the drama I'm reminded of how far he's come in Who Holds the Devil because dear LORD is he a manipulative asshole in this one x'D

So yeah. Jealous!Ga On and a Yo Han who doesn't pull his punches. A recipe for disaster, in other words. But they work it out eventually.

Here's a snippet from the beginning of the story (though unedited so there might be changes before it's posted)

---

Ga On had never understood how utterly devastating jealousy could be until he felt it — truly felt it — for the first time.

If asked, he would have said he wasn't a jealous person. He may have felt a burst of it once or twice as he and Soo Hyun had grown up — whenever another boy had shown an interest in her — but it had faded just as quickly as it had flared up. Perhaps because, deep down, Ga On had known that Soo Hyun only had eyes for him.

There was no need for him to feel jealous since the odds of him losing Soo Hyun to another were slim.

And, in hindsight, that must have lulled Ga On into a false sense of security, giving him the impression that he wasn't the jealous type. That he was calm and rational enough not to get upset, and knew how to handle the surge of emotions that might occur. Not realizing that what he'd felt at the time wasn't jealousy — or at least not the true depth of what he was actually capable of feeling.

Ga On had underestimated his own possessiveness.

And it wasn't until he met Kang Yo Han that Ga On knew true jealousy.

His first clue that he'd misjudged himself should have been his inexplicable desire to remain within Yo Han's orbit despite having numerous reasons to stay away. All Ga On wanted was to keep pushing closer, to keep proving himself, to keep asking for that intoxicating attention that crackled like electricity down his spine. He may not want to name what he was experiencing — instinctively shying away from a revelation he knew would change his life beyond what he was ready to deal with, finding comfort in denial — but he still craved the rush it gave him. He couldn't help wanting more.

His second clue should have been his own reaction as he'd watched Jung Sun Ah fuss with Yo Han's tie during their photo shoot.

The anger Ga On had felt in that moment — curling black and vicious inside his chest — had been an overreaction of the kind that should have given him pause. But, somehow, it hadn't. Somehow, Ga On hadn't even registered it as something out of the ordinary. Some part of him had even felt justified in his anger.

As if he had a right to feel that possessive over his chief.

But the rational part of Ga On knew that he didn't. He may be sleeping in Yo Han's house and helping him with his mission to upend the world as they knew it, but they were still nothing more than coworkers.

Yo Han had never promised him anything.

---

Expect jealousy, anger, and a bit of angst. Because Ga On has abandonment issues and it actually hits pretty hard when he starts suspecting that he's not so special to Yo Han after all...

As for How to Build a Family For Dummies, the title doesn't fit the vibe AT ALL which is why I'm calling it a working title for now. It just sounds way too cute and cheerful for the actual theme and content of the story x'D But more about that in another reply since I got a specific ask about it!

Aaaaand when it comes to my health, things are really bad, unfortunately. The kind of bad I haven't had since January, with daily exhaustion fevers and lack of focus. And it's probably not going to get better anytime soon since the main cause is related to something outside of my control that will most likely take months to fix. So it's really just a matter of me trying to hold on as long as I can and, if I'm lucky, I won't break completely before I reach the other side. I guess we'll see?

Anyhow! Thank you so much for the concern and the lovely ask. You take care of yourself too 💜

WIP Tag Game

[envyq00]

I have never played Stanley parable in my life but I am in LOVE with your narrator design

AHH thank you so much!! I’m glad he’s been received well!! Honestly, I spent so long worrying about and fussing over his design. Probably sounds preachy but I wanted to make sure he held the multiplicity/complexity of his character where he’s capable of being smug and smarmy as well as antagonistic, fussy, apathetic, vulnerable, pitiable, goofy, endearing, playful and even loveable. And fuckable , yes I’ll admit. (I actually ended up listening to the Narrator’s voice lines alone for HOURS to get the right feeling while drawing him.)

So yeah it was a bit tough to hit the visuals that matched that range of character for him. I love all kinds of different designs for the Narrator, especially the more abstract ones bc they’re so creative but I also like the human ones where he’s just some silly old man bc I think what makes the Narrator so appealing to everyone (besides Kevan Brighting’s EXCELLENT voice acting, which is a big part of it bc of how he delivers these lines) is how he’s written with so much character and personality. Despite definitely probably not being human, he comes off as SO incredibly human, almost to a fault. He feels like a person with flaws that we can relate to, especially as creative people who want to communicate and connect with others, rather than a typical AI or program in the game that’s just running as intended.

Anyway, I’m rambling but I’m so glad people love him and I really appreciate the comments I’ve gotten about how they think he also fits the voice. When you do that, I think that’s when you hit the jackpot. Especially as a character designer. You want everything about the character to sync up with who they are or what they’re written/described as.

There’s so much more I could go in depth about when it comes to what I took into consideration when designing my Narrator and what I think about him as a character, especially in my own AU, but it’s a LOT for another time. If you guys want to hear more tho, I’m open to ramble some more 👀 just ask me again.

In the meantime, here’s a sneak peek of what I’m working on next:

(Also please do play the game, it’s so charming and had me very surprised when I played it for myself.)

[azalen-draws]

I'm on a fucking roll fr fr

I made an OC Introduction 🤠

꒰⁠⑅⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠꒱⁠˖⁠♡~~~~~~~~~~~~(⁠´⁠ε⁠｀⁠ ⁠)

Name: Eztli Dzata

Birthday: March 20th

Affiliation: Seven Sovereigns

Gender: Male

Rarity: 5*

Weapon: Claymore

Ancient Dragon's Authority: Pyro

Constellation: Flammeum Anguis

An old dragon that was found in the deepest chamber of the Great Volcano of Tollan Was found to be greatly weakened from the centuries of isolation. The Pyro Archon Requested him to transform into a human

Signature weapon

Flamelord's everlasting ember

Claymore

Crit Damage

66.2

Base ATK

608

Blazing embrace

Increases Crit Rate against opponents affected by Pyro by 80%. Opponents affected by Pyro are instead dealt DMG equal to 200% of ATK. Can only occur once every 10s

Name card

Storge of a dragon

"...For a protector's job may never end, their will and love be as undying as their soul will forevermore be..."

Constellation

Partner:

Neuvillette

Eztli adores the Chief Justice and would drop everything if the man ever receives a letter requesting his presence (Which of course is rare for Neuvillette to open up even to his partner, he is used to relying on himself, so Eztli checks up on him every week, bringing him flowers or other gifts)

(Little Eztli on his way to his beloved)

Fun Facts:

Has a great soft spot for children

Holds the Archons in high regard... except for the Geo Archon, refuses to elaborate further whenever asked

In his Night soul state, he will discard his cloak, his markings will light up and the markings on his face will appear

Adores sweets, though refuses to admit it

The crown of feathers behind his ears are actually part of him, if ever touched or even pulled, he will become absolutely offended for an indefinite amount of time.

Is capable of engulfing his claymore and extremities in fire, will only last for 1 minute

(10 seconds in game lol)

Drip marketing!

~~~~~~~~

References

Tépactl, blade used for ritualistic sacrifices to venerate the gods in Mexica tribes. It is also associated in the Aztec calendar the day March 20, which is coincidentally the first day of spring

Macuahitl, a weapon mostly associated with the Jaguar warriors, preceded the Mexica. Tools made of obsidian fragments were used by some of the earliest Mesoamerican groups. It was a club-like weapon made of wood with edges inlaid with obsidian, a volcanic glass, on each side.

(I used mostly number 2 as reference)

Quetzalcóatl, also well known as the Feathered Serpent, yes, I know Genshit used Xiuhcōātl or also called the Turquoise Serpent. I decided to draw sort of a parallel, Eztli is not Xiuhcoatl (Genshit's), but he is a reincarnation, just how Neuvillette is a reincarnation to the og Hydro dragon

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Rambling time

I used WAY more references but these were the most... important ig, also, yes I am Mexican but I am not that connected to my history, I really mostly created Eztli to nudge myself to learn more about my culture. And honestly, most of Natlan gave me a weird vibe, its... too modern...? not that I expected them to be in tribal clothing ofc, it's just weird to see the women with crop tops and FUCKING ORORON WITH JEANS

It's just personal preference tho, I did make Eztli sort of more leaning on post conquista with the pants and metal armor... but also mixed more ancient armor, I hope I did a sort of good job and I'm open to advice!

...

Also... I'm kinda conflicted with the game, I love it, it's fun for me, but with all that's happening it's just... I don't even know how to write it! I want to separate it from everything that's happening, but it's just so jarring, and I enjoy the characters but their designs make me feel weird, maybe its the fact that I have a positive view of the game since I started playing for someone I love and only continued because I got so attached to it, and I cannot pick up another game and I don't know why

I don't think I like Natlan as much as I hoped, but whatever that's enough whining from me, I think I'll continue until I get the characters I want and ditch the game

Maybe I'll continue making art of Neuvillette and Eztli, and maybe other characters they're genuinely so enjoyable for me

[lessergods-official]

Hello!

This is my first post here on Tumblr. I had Tumblr when I was a teenager, but I haven't been here in some time 😅

Some of you might know me from Tiktok, or Instagram, or maybe even Facebook (before I had to make a new page... sigh) as StarWeaverArts. I'm a digital artist and leatherworker, but something I've kept close to my chest for over 6 years... is that I've been writing a novel.

My husband and I have had a story (much like a DnD campaign) between us for, well, now over 15 years. We have weaved quite a story and built quite an interesting world, and have joked around about what a great book it would be. So, for 6 years I have written countless drafts, numerous similar-but-different plots, scrapped, rewritten, scrapped again, and driven myself to the brink of madness (and back again) to find a way to bring the characters' story to life in an enjoyable way that I feel does them justice. My husband is an amazing writer, and I've always envied his ability to write eloquently... he writes horror books, and I've always been a lover of all things fantasy (I'm also obsessed with horror, but when I read I like fantasy).

I'll be 100% honest, I have always struggled with writing because I have difficulty expressing images in my head to its fullest in a way thats not a drawing (that tends to happen when you're autistic). But for over 6+ years I have worked hard (with lots of therapy, art, and exercises) to express myself, the world, and its intricacies, in writing and in art (this book has illustrations throughout it) so I can share with you the magic and love that has become Lesser Gods.

I am so proud to say that the final version of Lesser Gods (before another round editing of course) is nearly complete and I'm hoping to have it published in early 2025.

Lesser Gods is a story about identity, redemption, choice, and (of course) love. It is darkly humorous, emotionally charged, and written from the heart. I wanted to share these characters and their tales with you in hopes that their story will inspire your own. My hope is for you to read this and see that truly, anything is possible... especially when you have the right people around you.

Here is a short summary of the story to come:

"Ash, a Lesser God of Necromancy, has always struggled to carve out his own identity while living under the shadow of his domineering parents—Greater Gods of Death who yearn for influence they’ve never truly earned. Sent to Earth with a grim mandate, Ash is tasked with unleashing a zombie apocalypse and capturing the mysterious Child of the Creators—a being with powers capable of reshaping the cosmos. Success would secure his parents’ dominion over mortals and release the fabled Corrupted One. Failure is not an option.

But Ash’s already fragile resolve begins to crack when haunting visions invade his mind. A powerful, ancient force calls to him, promising chaos and corruption beyond imagination. Torn between his parents’ expectations and his own moral hesitation, Ash embarks on a reluctant quest to uncover the truth behind this apocalyptic power—and whether he has the strength to defy it.

Complicating matters is Lunette, a whimsical and enigmatic faun who seems to have an uncanny knack for appearing in Ash’s life at the worst possible times. With their boundless optimism and mysterious origins, Lunette challenges Ash’s carefully guarded walls and forces him to question whether he truly wants the destiny he’s been forced into. With Leroy, Ash’s sarcastic and often unhelpful failed-reaper roommate, in tow- this unlikely trio navigates a world teetering on the edge of collapse, where the lines between loyalty, choice, and fate blur.

As ancient forces stir and the bonds of the universe begin to fray, Ash must decide who he really is and where he truly stands. Will he succumb to the weight of his parents’ ambitions, or will he forge his own path and face the darkness on his terms?"

I made this tumblr to blog about my writing, keep updating those interested, and make this even more fun than what it is! I love to talk to people and share what I do, so feel free to follow for book-related art (and silly character art of course), my ramblings about writing while I finish the book, and ask questions. I also have Instagram, FB, and a Tiktok for Lesser Gods but I feel I'm going to update Tumblr and Tiktok the most lol.

If you made it this far, thank you. I appreciate you and your support and I look forward to sharing this journey with you.

~Alex

[annawayne]

"my art unfortunately" get fucking real

Hi!

Aah, I think, you mean my tags on one of my old drawings from December 2022? :D

It's just me being a bit embarrassed because I see so many mistakes and details that now, fortunately, I'm capable of doing better.

And I'm just always strict when it comes to art in general, that's why I'm also strict to myself, so seeing my old drawings now feels a bit "uncomfortable" - not really that exact word, but something like this.

But! It's a great reminder of my growth and now, even tho there's always room for improvement because I strongly believe it's a life-time process and I always see what I should improve now, I don't feel "unfortunately" with my arts I do nowadays. And, yes, of course, I understand that without that stage in the past I wouldn't have what I have now, it's all my hardwork - but it's just my personal feeling towards the old art; but I agree that I should look at them more like a part of the process that brought me where I am now- but well! Working on it!

So I hope I explained what I meant!

[clumsiestgiantess]

Day 1: Stranger

From this set of prompts, both a story and a drawing. (only for the kickoff tho because I don’t have time to do both for every prompt)

Tselani is the guardian of a small village from before recorded human history, where it was common to see powerful sentient beings bond with favorite humans/settlements of humans. Some were ruthless and downright malicious rulers while others were benevolent and protective. Unfortunately, that means some of these beings don’t always get along… (tw a bunch of offscreen deaths)

The night was a glorious epitome of fair weather.  Anyone could tell that the seasons were changing; and like many of the townspeople, I'm thankful for it, too.  I'm just bored of the cold, but to the village of humans I keep watch over, the changing of seasons ment they could grow their food again.  Many of them were out celebrating.  Children rushed around, trying to avoid their parents' calls for sleep; adults gathered in merry groups to talk and laugh.  An overall sense of relief always swept through the village this time of year.  Humans could stop worrying about hypothermia or starvation, and start worrying about what to plant and how much rain we'll get.  I've never had to worry about these things, though.  The humans of my village would always sacrifice their goods for my wellbeing.  My life is far more important than theirs.  

See, any one human could easily be replaced by another, but no human could ever replace me.  Mostly because I myself am not human.  However, I was still just as appreciative of the wonderful weather.  Just because I can use the humans' things for myself, doesn't mean I should.  I feel a lot less guilty hunting and finding shelter for myself rather than having the little humans do it for me.  They have plenty of other things they need to worry about besides me.  In fact, over the last century or so of taking care of humans, I've found that worrying is an essential part of being human.  It just comes naturally to their kind, I guess.  Even if I took away everything they could possibly find fault with, they would only start to worry that there wasn't anything to worry about.  An odd species, humans.  But I suppose that's what makes their kind so endeering.

I'd wandered away from the festivities of the village to get some open space.  I wanted to enjoy the night for myself.  Wind rushed over my fur; for once it was a warmish breeze rather than a harsh squall.  Filling my chest with the delectable air, I meandered across the clearing and took to the skies.  I flew a short distance off, around and back, just for the fun of it.  It was nice not having to brace against bitter cold anymore.  Well, at least not until the next planetary revolution.  This planet moves so quickly.  I've always found it annoying how the weather changes so dramatically and so quickly, but there's simply nothing I can do.

As I came to rest on a jutting boulder, I caught sight of billowing smoke in the direction of the village.  My first thought was that the humans were having a bonfire, but that's a snowy season activity.  Aren't we celebrating the fact that the snowy season is over?  I squinted curiously at the churning smoke before I realized it wasn't the normal ash-grey of fiery smoke.  This smoke was deep rusty red.  Red smoke?  Red smoke.  RED SMOKE!  I only know of one thing capable of producing smoke that color.  It can't be, it just can't be.  In two powerful wingbeats, I thrust myself into the air, sailing through the cloudless sky as fast as I could.  Please, let the village be burning, anything.  Just not him.

The moment the village drew close, I tucked in my wings and careened to the ground below, coming to an ungraceful stop in front of the village gates.  The whole place was filled with horrid sounds of dying humans.  I knew at once that my worst fears had come to pass.  Jactol had come for revenge, and he’d decided to take it out on the most important thing I want to protect.  Ever since his glorious return, when I turned down his offer to come back with him, he’d been inconveniencing me in increasingly hostile ways.  I didn’t think he’d go this far, but I should have known he would.

As if he'd read my mind, Jactol himself came sauntering down the center of the village.  He wore a smug lopsided grin, satisfied with his grand entrance.  A brave little human fought through the choking smog, trying to run his leg through with a spear.  Jactol only picked them up and laughed at their futile attempt to hurt him, puffing a bit more smog into their face as they collapsed.  Furious, I grabbed him by the scruffy mane of fur down his back and dragged him out of the village.  Quickly, I rushed in, beating my wings as hard as I could to clear away the smog, but it clung to the ground as though it were sewn in place.

"Oh, come now.  You know you can not get rid of my breath that easily.  Why do you care so much about those silly little creatures anyway?"  I whirled around, glaring hostilely at Jactol as he paced about the field.  "Those 'silly little creatures' are my village!" I cried, "You will not get away with this!  I’ve worked too hard for you to tear it all down!"  He frowned at me, “Well, I worked very hard to court you.  Now look at what I have obtained from it — a beautiful sad being who empathizes with overgrown rats.”

I charged into him, knocking him over onto his back.  He rolled back up in an instant, all his smug cheerieness was replaced with loathing.  We raced at each other, claws swinging, teeth bared.  Savage cries split the previously perfect evening.  Jactol is far stronger than me, though.  It wasn't long before I was pinned to the dirt.  Seemingly defeated, I had a moment to regain my senses.  The human cries had stopped, and not because they'd survived.  The humans, my humans, had died.  

I kicked Jactol off me in fury.  Grabbing him by the panels on his tail, I hoisted him into the air.  He thrashed and twisted in my grip, clawing desperately at my talons to no avail.  I let him drop from a satisfying height, watching in cold-blooded spite as he tumbled to the ground far below.  Once his body hit its mark with a satisfying thud, I glided to the ground beside him.  Jactol slowly stumbled to his feet when he saw me striding towards him.  His breath was ragged and he looked like he could barely support his own weight.  Blood dribbled from his mouth and nose.  

"You will never lay a hand on them again," I threatened as he retreated backwards.  Jactol let out a wheezing chuckle, "I will not have to.  They are already dead."  I let out such a manic shriek that Jactol actually looked fearful for the first time since I met him.  Before I could tear him apart, he made a hasty retreat into the woods behind him.

Knowing I'd won, I somberly plodded back to the village.  One of my arms I kept tucked at my side, using my wing to act as an interim limb.  It was slower going, but it was certainly not the worst injury I could’ve gotten.  The smog had finally dissipated, leaving small corpses scattered about the square.  Everyone was at the festival.  Not a single one of my precious little humans had been spared.  I couldn't bear to see them like this.  Another surge of anger came over me, and I rushed into the woods after Jactol, hoping to finish him off for good, but he was long gone.  I sank to the forest floor in agony.  There was no one left.

I felt as if I could cry, and I thought I was, but I soon realized I was hearing the cries of someone else.  My ears perked up; I went rigid and searched wildly through the dark for the source of the noise.  Finally, I found it.  A small human, just barely old enough to be considered fully grown, was sitting on a bloody riverbed.  My breath hitched in my throat.  That's right, some of the female humans went to wash some clothes in the river now that the water isn't frozen.  Mangled bodies were scattered over the riverbed.  The human was sitting over one of them when I found her.  The poor thing cowered back in fear when she heard me coming.  Jactol must have come through this way.  He must have seen this defenseless group of humans and tore them up, probably angry over the fight he'd just lost.

It took a moment for the human to recognize me.  Even when she did, she didn't even bow to me like all the humans are supposed to.  She only crawled back to the side of the same corpse.  I let her informality slide, understanding the harshness of the situation.  I sat for quite a while while the human cried.  Every little sound made her flinch in terror.  Eventually, she wandered in the direction of the village, but I cut her off.  I couldn't let her go back.  There wasn't even anything or anyone to go back to.  The human tried to get around me multiple times, but finally stopped short at the edge of the village clearing.  Seeing the silent houses and still paths, she sank to her knees, undoubtedly realizing the similar fate of the rest of the village.

After giving her some time, I nudged her gently to get up, but the human only slumped over, unmoving.  For a panicked moment, I thought she'd died.  I nudged her again, more harshly this time, and she shot up furiously.  She yelled something in her language, which I still haven't taken the time to decipher properly — it keeps changing; it’s not worth the effort to keep up with completely, but I could make out the basics.  

The human marched away in a seemingly random direction, determined to get away from all the painful things that had happened here.  I followed behind her, though she kept waving her hands to shoo me away.  I admired the human's strength, but eventually, it was lost to exhaustion.  One moment, we were trekking through the forest, the next, she fell to the ground.  

We couldn't stop here, not with Jactol prowling about.  I knew from surveying the land countless times that there was an open cave system up ahead; it would give us shelter until we figured out what to do.  Taking a long breath, I stood on my back legs, shifting my weight to be more human-like.  I don't do this very often as it tends to scare the actual humans.  My side screamed and I hissed in pain.  A long gash slit my side.  I’d have to patch it up later.

Still halfway awake, the woman let out a small cry when she saw me stand up to my full height.  I gave her an apologetic look and made the most comforting sound I could muster — a mix between a rolling thrum and a purr.  Hopefully she would see that I was only trying to help her.  With my almost human-looking hands, I reached down and carefully scooped the tired little human into my arms.  

She barely put up a struggle.  I wasn't sure if this was because she'd recognized my benevolence, or if she'd simply given up, but I was grateful I didn't have to fight her all the way to the caves.  A little more than halfway there, she mumbled something in her human language.  It ended in an upnote, like a question — something about what I intended to do with her.  "Get some rest little one," I said in my own tongue, "I swear I will not hurt you."  The human shuddered in my grasp, whispered something else, then fell asleep.  Despite everything, I was glad the human had enough faith in me to let me help her.  It would be a long journey for her no matter what I decided to do.

artistic rendition of Tselani’s sad (and mentally scarring) night

[papas-milferia]

So like, no need to post this if you don't wanna lol, it's been a bit since you talked about it but I only saw now

But Bea is so funny to me cuz. Yeah she's the Roy Mpreg comic person which like, honestly just that by itself wouldn't even be that bad, like maybe I wouldn't have her blocked if that's what she was

Hell I ended up doing stuff of similar caliber (except I didn't post it in a place where people can find it against their will <<33)

But. The fact that she ignores the teen status of so many characters is so infuriating and creepy

And as I heard about the way she harassed people and just like, making people uncomfortable in general and like

Idk, maybe if she wanted to have a better status in the fandom, she should stop liking softcore porn of papa louie minors on twitter and like, if she has that little social awareness or social capabilities, then like. Idk, check in w people if they're feeling comfortable w what she's saying, instead of like... Whatever she was doing, like- it's SO easy checking in w people and not liking softcore minor stuff on twitter, I am doing it so well!! So does many damn people in this forsaken fandom are able to do it

At least it doesn't feel like a loss to me in a way cuz I always thought her art looked kinda gross and also just like. The moment I saw her confession thingy of Roy where she basically headcanons him to be sexually harassed by old men, or just men in general, Idk, my memory isn't the best

Tho I do wanna add I don't like her art style because of the absolute non diversity of it, like she draws like 3 different shapes, bimbo boobs, femboy and slightly less femboy w abs and that's kinda boring as hell honestly, and the body types she draws like, they don't even look that good to me, each time I remember how she draws Peggy it makes me so sad and just like, damn, she deserves better

Sorry for the essay, just wanted to express my thoughts to someone cool who like, handles this stuff similarly to me

i'm glad you think i'm cool in handling this lol. tbh i just take shots at bea unprompted bc she makes it so easy (she's a fujoshi, the jokes write themselves), and she harassed me, my friends and my ex in the past so i feel i kinda deserve it.

anyway yeah she's just. weird. i actually had a long discussion about this with someone in dms recently, but everything she says leads into another question or topic SHE wants to talk about and she doesnt seem to really have the social awareness to understand when ppl are uncomfortable or want to talk about something else. her art is bad, which isnt a crime. it's just funny. the colours make my eyes bleed and everyone has an hourglass figure and massive bulges. she made a drawing tutorial on how to draw roy Her Way, which again is fine, it's just hilarious to me because she just keeps saying ''draw roy as a skinny twink with thick thighs and make him an uwu dork!!!''. i wont post the tutorial bc that feels mean and she can draw any character any way she wants.

i rag on her a lot for being the roy mpreg person but here's the kicker right. i LIKE mpreg. i will admit it, i have looked at mpreg art myself because i enjoy that typa stuff from time to time. but it's bad mpreg. idk who her audience is, but it isn't freaks like me i'll tell ya that.

[shiftinginferno]

ok i usually hate/don’t do these kinds of things cuz most questions are not applicable but F it doing this w Heathcliff. bc brainrot

💌 — N/A already. Mayyybe “technically” me bc of this one scene I scripted?

🪽 — Book (Wuthering Heights). Bruh I never know why I get drawn to ppl whom I become obsessed w/hyperfixed on. Prolly bc moody & mean mentally ill BPD sx4 ESI grown man and thus babygirl. & emotionally reserved/traumatized & violent & hot&sexy idk man all i know is i’m gna gobble him up

💄 — N/A but even if it were I’m not telling you that.

🥂 — I’m Lockwood (but like a “me” version, not completely canon so background changed; for example, American) so I meet him bc I travel to N. England on business & decide to rent Thrushcross Grange for a while. It progresses bc 1) Nelly tells me his whole life story so I learn all this sh abt him (even tho I’d still remember everyth I know in this reality) & 2) we visit each other multiple times in the span of abt a month or so (BEFORE first s3x happens) & have extreme sxl tension. He’s totally all sxlly pent up & he thinks I look a bit like Cathy & so he’s romantically reserved still obvi but thinks he can j F that away ig. But I’m all. basically how I feel abt him in this reality. needy & desperate & emotionally drawn to him & all that idk this feels personal why do u wanna know sm.

🤍 — What. Um ig mostly cuddling and effing. And hanging out so the “spending time” one too?

💍 — 1) Fine Dining, Digbar 2) Tonight (Act I), West Side Story 3) Misirlou, Dick Dale ver. 4) Inferno Op.5, Rona Castrioti 5) Unchained Melody 6) My Angel Put the Devil in Me, from Doctor Who 7) En Sólo un Segundo, Amaral 8) Sweetest Chill, S&tB 9) Ram Ranch, Grant MacDonald

🌹 — Erm ig that he can have a life still, after Cathy, & he doesn’t j have to live in misery waiting for death? & that he’s capable of being loved even how he is even w everyone else hating him? Other way around: N/A can’t think of anyth + don’t care

🦢 — What does this even mean. I have lots of events scripted that take place moreso in the “future” in my DR (several months after my arrival) but it’s kinda complicated considering some lore/mythology I made up for the DR. Is that what u want?? It’s in my Wuthering Heights DR post on my shiftsta.

👠 — Idk anything long as I’m w him ig … but one of my fav scripted events is prolly timetraveling w him to the 90s & taking him to see Pulp Fiction in theaters … I’d also like to take him modern clothes shopping to see what he’d choose. Those wouldn’t be at night tho but all I got.

🗒️ — Heathcliff, I have several drawings I’ve done of him & they can be seen on here. I tagged them so j search on my account if u wanna see ig…

💋 — Bruh literally anything, everything, meeting him, interacting w him in any way, but MOST excited? Prolly rhe beginning month(s), the gay extreme sxl tension. I have some fire scenarios scripted, trust… 2nd part of question: “And why?” Srsly am I in school rn why do I have to write an entire dissertation with my reasons why. But ig the reason is it’s thrilling & more emotionally exciting.

🍒 — No

🍷 — Isn’t this kinda similar to previous questions. Okay i guess erm doing it. And hanging out in general.

🪞 — I’m not doing that, also N/A what wld I even put. Ig those paintings ppl have done thruout the yrs of Princess Tamara and the Demon of Lermontov’s “Demon.” I’m a monstrous nonhuman being (w cloaking ability) in my DR so the general outline of the poem feels fitting. I like the idea that he may feel everyone else sees him as a monster (bc they literally tell him that to his face) but I reveal myself to him & he sees that I literally am one. And I’M the singular living person willing to love him. & in my clawed grasp, cocooned in my wings, he feels more like the meek human he is & less like a wicked devil. Anyway haven’t read the poem but would like to, it always really called to me. But I wanna get a physical copy first.

❤️‍🩹 — Like body odor, I’d imagine. Or I guess if post-bath, perhaps like a mix of nothing and soap. Do you think? 🤨

💭 — What ? What like, u mean in my DR? I don’t rly know anyone else in that country/area close enough to tell them abt it, plus it’s not exactly a time pd where I wanna be telling ppl abt that, plus the other ppl living at the Heights & Grange wld prolly catch on at some point, what’s the point. Ig “properly” the first ppl… my family maybe when I travel back to America w him??

Finished omg I only did it cuz it seemed not as mentally taxing as other question lists I’ve seen 🙌

⪩⪨﹐ᴅʀ ꜱ/ᴏ ᴀꜱᴋ ɢᴀᴍᴇ ⁞ ˎˊ˗

shifting ask game focused on you and your dr s/o reblog for asks ↻ ‧₊˚.

💌 — who confessed first and how did it happen?

🪽 — what is your s/o from? (made-up, media, book, movie etc…) and why did you feel drawn to them?

💄 — what are petnames you have for eachother?

🥂 — how did you two met and how did you relationship progress?

🤍 — what are your love languages VS. your s/o’s? How do you show theirs and how do they show yours?

💍 — what are some songs that makes you think of them?

🌹 — what is something you have taught your s/o (or will teach) and what is something they have taught you?

🦢 — what do you see in the future for you and your s/o?

👠 — what is your ideal date night with your s/o?

🗒 — who is your s/o and what are some photos you really like of them?

💋 — what are you most excited to experience with your s/o and why?

🍒 — do you have any inside jokes with your s/o or funny scenarios?

🍷 — what do your s/o and you like to do together?

🪞 — what are some photos that depict your relationship with your s/o?

❤️‍🩹 — what does your s/o smell like?

💭 — who was the first person you told after getting with your s/o?

divider credits : [ Cherries & Bust ] [ Lace & Bows ]

[jils-things]

“unless they were my romantic fos!!!” YES SAME it’s that bad now I guess waaawaahhh YES I ADMIT I LIKE HIM A BIT TOO MUCH

AWWW YOU THINKIN OF ME WHEN PLAYING NAIB INGAME (I made it, I made it to Naib-crush status in Jil’s brain /jk)

Pls know that you're also on my mind when seeing Steven or Red in Pokemas or Norton (very rarely tho)!!

I’M- YES- I’M THINKING UP A- PARTNER A NAIB PARTNER (should I ask u first if I’m allowed to create a partner for your brother idk would you be ok with that)

H-HE MIGHT REVEAL HIS FACE TO A VERY NICE LADY- ok wait I have to overshare real quick, so I actually have a fewww ideas - she doesn't have a name yet but I think she would be the daughter of some kind of astronomer or researcher idk I like that idea. Annnd Naib gets a job… he has to retrieve a very rare item from a family of astronomers/researchers and Naib thought he would have to retrieve it from the father BUT NO the family member with said Item is the daughter :] I just think this could be a fun concept. And uhhh maybe later he ends up rescuing her from danger somehow and I can imagine her having a very sunshine like personality, so she’s like “I want to thank you :)” and gifts him something (a flower, a small trinket maybe idk) and Naib gets quite flustered about it (but still kiinda irritated/confused? Like what is this? Why am I feeling like this?) and is like “I can’t do this anymore” PFFFTT idk pls let me know if this might be too ooc ;w;

(GIRL I’m scrolling through his gallery on the wiki and I wanna save all of the images and draw him and AGHGHFFDG I EVEN CONSIDER GOING PUBLIC WITH THAT CRUSH AND CHANGE MY BLOG THEME BECAUSE THE BUTTERFLIES IN MY STOMACH GOING CRAZY AGGHHG)

-🐭 anon

thrhretheamount of times i had to look away and just squeal to myself obymhoifd what have i done /pos

I ESPECIALLY JUST THINK OF PONYTAIL NAIB SINCE IT SEEMS TO BE YOUR FAVORITE PART OF HIM AJAKAKSJDHHDHSH 🥺🥺🥺🥺 (me crying at steven and red btw.. my husboo... THANKYYOU....)

ALSO OMG OF COURSE?!?? YES OF COURSE YOU CAN MAKE A PARTNER FOR NAIB. IF ANYTHING!! IRENE WOULD EXPLODE AND DIE LIKE "OHMYGOD I KNEW YOU WERE CAPABLE OF LOVING. YOU'RE STOIC BUT YOUREA SOFTIE INSIDE" RAAAAA dude like if you're my familial/platonic's partner of COURSE id be so happy you dont even have to askk!!!!!!

THE FUCKIGGN OVERSHARE. THE SUDDEN SI DROP NO FUCKING WAY‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ WE GENUINELY GETTING AN SI RN?;?;?;?;?;?;? I FEEL LIKE EXPLODING EVEN MORE NOW😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 NAUR IM ABSOLUTELY NODDINH MY HEAD TO THIS CRUMB?!?!?! him absolutely startled by this sweet lady handling such important data... kinda cute ... hes probably thinkijg HRMRMRMMM (I WOULDN'T SAY ITS OOC BECAUSE HES HESITATING W HIS FEELINGS!! ive seen fanart absolutely destroying his personality so YOURE FINE) (my argument that he would feel "the butterflies" with his gift from si is because he doesnt a lot of good things in his past because of war and living not-so-comfortably back then so i think him being given something kind is a nice change of pace for him!!) (ps i think si should treat him to a nice dinner. he is a foodie, i mean understandably so for a fit man!)

DRAW HIM????? DRAW HIM.... MOUSE IS THINKING OF DRAWING HIM GUYS OKG... OMG... JIL WINNING ERA... /J EEKEKEKEKEKEKEK WHAT U DOIN STARING AT HIS GALLERY UHUHHH (closes my norton tabs /j you saw nothing) GO SAVE IT... I DARE YOU.... 😈😈😈😈

[neuroglitchy]

I just don't say anything after a while, because honestly... why bother?

they don't listen.

they never listen.

might as well scream into the void for all the difference it makes

they still don't believe me. they're still waiting for me to get better, to become normal. they think I'll be fixed one day and be independent and completely self-sufficient.

the insanity of all this, is that they think I just have to believe in myself and work hard enough to become what they deem as independent and happy.

but they don't care about the work I put in, not really. oh, but I worked so hard. they left me alone with the revelation that I might be autistic, so I started reading. and learning. and like I was still a small child bringing home pinecones for their parents, I excitedly showed them all that I learned.

look mom, I looked it up, just like you said when I was 16.

look dad, I'm smart like you, I taught myself psychology.

look, I learned so much, and it's all so interesting and lovely, and I want you to experience it too.

it's a gift. all that knowledge. all the change it brings. it makes me happy, and I want you to be happy too.

you said I should connect with you more, so here I am. the me I worked so hard to love and cherish, the me that is light and dark, good and bad, gorgeous and ugly, soul and body, eternal peace and never ending anger, all the colors and the void. I love it all, it's all so interesting, and I see them in you too. in everyone. I love how complex humans are, how imperfect, how clumsy, how graceful, how shallow, how deep.

and they're magic, so much magic. they're capable of creating those ephemeral moments of divine perfection, the ones my soul vibrates with, the ones that make me feel so alive and eternal. the ones I chase whenever I dance, sing, or read one of my poems aloud.

I saw the universe, and I want to show it you too. it's in those pebbles I collected way back when, the wildflowers I picked for my step-mom, the drawings I gave my dad, the songs I learned from my mom.

it's in all that knowledge I brought you now.

there's still plenty of space on the fridge, so put it up. the love, joy and understanding I learned to give all on my own to so many people, the revelations about myself that broke me and then gave me life again.

one small problem tho.

you don't like it.

you don't like the answers I found.

you don't want to see me for who I am.

you can't love me then either as I am.

and you don't want to change.

so now I'm locked in a cage, with no way out, and my jailers won't even admit to having the f*cking keys.

and I feel smaller and smaller as the minutes go by. my feelings get bigger and bigger as it dawns on me; you'll never believe me.

and so I implode.

it's one of those new meltdowns, the ones I started having as an adult. the buildup is internal and silent, and then it's just a scream that could shatter glass, after which I collapse on the floor and sob. the mantra starts then, the one that plays getupgetupgetupgetup on a loop, until my body cooperates.

and there are no words left to say anymore.

because really, what's the point? you can't even hear them.

and then he speaks. he speaks and says it's all just theatrics. we can discuss things when you stop the act.

and so I stopped.

all the diplomacy was an act after all. all the courtesy, your f*cking etiquette and morals, all those rules that never mattered but always suffocated me nonetheless.

I get it, there's only so much space on the fridge, and you have other children now. sweet little illusions of tabula rasa, shiny, new, not broken, not me.

I have my own fridge tho. I collected all the snippets of joy and understanding I gave others, and I feed on their smiles. on their lives that can be better than mine. maybe there's bitterness there too, but much of it is just tears of happiness. it fills me with light, knowing that an autistic child is getting the support they need.

even if it's not my own life.

it's a hope, that change is possible, and I can be part of it.

[pepprs]

imagine not having homework

[notthatalex]

I do love smoffice and I want it back too but it isn't really what I am talking about. (And actually I would want them to go in even harder with the characters. I just think you can do much more with them. Be more vulnerable and make deeper points without getting weird/ it is easier to get there with the layer of abstraction.)

I think you are misunderstanding my take a bit. Especially what I mean with vulnerability, because I am talking more about the underlying message and WHAT they are trying to say instead of surface level things. But you are not the first and I might have not made myself very clear. Just going to copy past a long dm I send so I don't have to type it all again:

Ok so. What I want to establish first/again is that I don't know if the problems I have with the sketches come from like a "skill issue" or an active stylistic choice. Or a mix. But in the end it doesn't really matter for my take because if it is a choice I "disagree" with it.

Art is all about communication. The value in art (for me but I will state as fact) comes from the contents of that message, how it IS delivered and craftsmanship (this is the technical skill part, for art is how well you can draw on a technical level, as an example.)

In smosh sketches, there are never/ barely any underlying message. Like I they are not putting in something they really want to say.

I already mentioned that in my post, but with that I don't mean that they should get more serious or whatever, less stupid whatever. The medium is sketch comedy and I love that medium. That's not what I mean. You can do all those things in that medium and you can do them very well. Brain David Gilbert is a great example. His sketches are dripping with like vulnerability and meaning. Or the new rhett and link sketches (tbf those leave the sketch comedy genre tho and actually get serious at parts so it is a worse example.)

What also doesn't help smosh is that all the characters are constantly aware that they are in a sketch. I think that is more a writing and direction issue than an action one because the people in smosh sketches CAN act super well. And I fully believe they could play a character that feels like they belong in the their world and truly think the situation they are in is real for them. But a lot of a time it doesn't. I know this is mostly pointing at vibes and maybe you won't get it but the characters in smosh videos don't feel like they think there are any stakes in what is happening to them.

I know Ian is perfectly capable of doing it acting wise for example. Because everytime he does a character in an improv setting, that character doesn't know they are being in a comedic setting. Those characters think what is happening is real and that is just their life. Which actually makes it on top of feeling less plastic also more funny to me.

Those 2 overarching points creates this plastic feel for me.

And all this may sound like I don't enjoy the smosh sketches. But I fucking love them. They are really good entertainment for me. But that's what the are. Entertainment. But I think they could be capital A Art.

And especially because there aren't a lot of people that try to subvert the specific genre and vibe of sketch comedy smosh is doing, it makes me a bit sad of what we COULD have.

And to circle around to my beginning point, if they are JUST trying to make entertainment, they are succeeding at that. But I "disagree" with the choice.

---

[...] someone starts laughing and they cut away from it or they say something out of character, it used to be like a little check-in with the audience of like "hey, this is silly huh? :) yeah. and we love that :) we were laughing while making it :)"

And like yeah, I enjoy that too on an entertainment level, but my post was more about artistic value (again I didn't articulate my point well so that's on me haha). I feel like there is also so much personality driving smosh content. So many formats that live JUST on that.

And the scripted stuff is the one place where they can truly do something more, and I really wish they would go the extra step with it.

...and actually I might even enjoy smoffice more when they don't break character because then my brain slips more easily into thinking of those versions as fictional characters.

My taste is probably very influenced by the fact that they don't care a lot about the cast/crew as people, or at least way less than 99% of the fandom. Kinda sounds bad, but I don't mean it in a negative sense. I just see them purely as actors, entertainmeners, and storytellers, most of the time.

Not that there is anything wrong with caring about them as people or even having a parasocial relationship with them to a certain healthy degree. It's prob the more "normal reaction"

I just don't (or less).

Tldr of my point: I think the smosh sketches could be art while, right now they are only entertainment. And while it is good entertainment, I think they could make something phenomenal if they would go more in that direction.

Smosh Sketches

I finally found a way to put into words, why most Smosh sketches fall flat for me right in front of the finish line.

And the answer is vulnerability.

Smosh Sketches are perfectly silly and over the top and everything I want. They also always have this plastic taste to me. And it's because it deeply lacks vulnerability.

It's in my opinion the most important ingredient in anything artistic. If you think what I am saying, is that I want Smosh sketches to more serious, then you are misunderstanding me deeply. The most cathartic vulnerability is born and thrives in the unserious. Sketch comedy is what they make, and what I am talking about/ what I want doesn't leave sketch comedy. Do you get how powerful Smosh sketches could be if, it they allowed it to be unguarded? If everything didn't have this protective plastic wrap around it? They are already so good, but they have the potential to be phenomenal.

And I get, that is prop just not something they strive towards. I think that is a mistake.

I love Smosh sketches, and thinking about all the things they could be stings a bit.

[fairy-writes]

Hi can i request bungo stray dogs and chainsaw man platonic matchup?

I'm female, she/her pronouns, I'm bisexual so I'm fine with both male and female matchups.

Personality: I'm very laid back but sometimes come off as ego-centric and domineering. I have to admit I’m a lazy person who prefers having a leisure more than anything else. I mostly spends my time as a stoic and a calm person and i might even come off as apathetic towards the world around me [even tho I’m not]. I’m usually perceived as being insensitive because i generally prefer to deal with emotions in my own head rather than openly. tbh I often think I’m above others, yet I am always willing to acknowledge that I’m a total piece of shit [sometimes] Sometimes i have fantasies and ideals that I want to start creating or becoming but i myself a reality check and let the dream fade away. I’m very innovative but still choose the practical route a lot. It’s easy for me to create goals and envision the end results but it’s ridiculously hard for me to remain committed to the process. my sense of humour is full of sarcasm and irony. I have trust issues and I don’t like asking for others help. I fear rejection and most of the time i think people are lying to me or being two faced. I feel like someone saying no to me or rejecting me would demange my pride and ego and others would talk about me and make fun of me so i refrain from asking for help or anything similar. I’m not really good at group works cause i get really competitive [not in s good way].

Hobbies: reading, listening to music, drawing [if i have a motivation] and watching movies;

Likes: colour red, horror genre, urban legends, mythology [mainly Egyptian], cats, fantasy genre, spicy food; Snakes, true crime.

Dislikes: sweets, dogs[I don't hate them i just dislike them], romance movies [i like romance books tho], soda;

What i look for in a partner:

•I adore bold and confident people

• i find Intelligence very attractive

•my partner should be able to keep up with me and hold a proper conversation

• it'd be nice if they have a good sense of humour or a fashion sense

HI LOVELY! I’M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG

I hope you like your matchups! Just so everyone is aware, I don’t write matchups for Chainsaw Man, so this is for Death Note instead. 

Bungou Stray Dogs Matchup: I pair you with… Ozaki Kouyou!

She is initially your boss in the Port Mafia. You are an errand girl and run messages and files to various executives when phones are just inconvenient, and they don’t feel like making phone calls. It happens more often than you think. You’ve dealt with Chuuya, Akutagawa, Mori, and pretty much everyone. But your favorite person to visit is Kouyou!

She’s kind and as welcoming as one can get in the Port Mafia. She is also brilliant, confident in her capabilities, and a pro at conversations (she has to be, negotiations in the Mafia are complicated). And have you seen her fashion sense? It is immaculate! (at least in my opinion, lol) She appreciates how calm you are, and it is a trait that is valued greatly in the Mafia. 

The two of you are a team to be feared! Especially as you get promoted to being a negotiator, and Kouyou is often sent with you to ensure that you’re safe. It’s a job usually reserved for Mafioso grunts, but she willingly volunteers because you’re pretty much her only friend in the entire organization. Like sure, she has Chuuya and whatnot, but they aren’t friends, ya know?

Death Note Matchup: I pair you with… Mello!

The two of you bond over horror movies! They’re one of Mello’s favorite past times, especially if there’s chocolate involved. Like, make sure there’s plenty of chocolate, and he’ll watch just about anything with you. 

You and Mello both butt heads sometimes, what with you both being a bit domineering and steadfast in your ideals. He’s also more active, whereas you can be a bit on the lazy side. It’s not a bad thing, though! He helps motivate you because he knows you can do great things. 

You are his rock, he’s so hot-headed, and you are calm, so you keep him level and cool. He knows about your trust issues and has some of his own, but the two of you have a bond where you can trust each other no matter what. He would never lie to you, wouldn’t betray you, and you’d do the same for him.