#no pressure and i know it's dumb

[morganbritton132]

Conversations that happened in the back of Hopper’s truck:

Eddie, a seven year old: Did you know you can eat crayons?

Eddie: They’re not toxic. That means you won’t die.

Steve, a six year old: I don’t want to eat crayon.

Eddie:

Eddie: You should do it anyways

[captain-clandestiny]

grisped. grabbed. snatched. both a symbolic illustration the hold life has had on me lately and a canon event from the Blusleeves storyline

[wabbitears]

painter drawn in between playing pressure with friends today cause I keep dying badly very early on.

[persona-2-daily-reminder]

Daily reminder that Ulala is very insecure about her femininity

[slick-temptation]

i miss my teeth, my snout, the very things built to rip beasts bigger than me apart. i miss being able to hurt things the way i crave.

[pallanophblargh]

You know what the worst feeling I've been having lately is? Wanting more than anything to get back into Actual Art again but finding a sudden anxiety that stops me. Even if I'm still as capable as I was, it's the mental block. It's why I've all but kept commissions closed for this whole time: this overwhelming fear of letting people down. Especially in times as troubled as these, where money is tight, and patience is thin. I've always been blessed with such patient and considerate commissioners, but I would hate to test people because of my malfunctioning brat of a brain.

I just wish it came to me as easily as it did before the massive burnout/medication. But it's up to me to come up with my own motivation. And it's ME.

Anyway. Thanks as always for sticking around despite... all of this. I'll get back on the horse soon.

[perilegs]

i think it's unfair that anxiety can cause an upset stomach. why are you doing all that.

[ulteri0rm0tives]

HAPPY HOMESTUCK DAY!!!!!!!!

Just a lil something to express my appreciation for my fave reddit scouring troll <33

Some old art throughout the years of him and some reminiscing below!!

The fact I didn't use any of these as refs either.. and they still came out with similar features?? Have a vision of this guy and I guess it's consistent still after all these years🙏

2023 (I think?)

2022 (ignore the fact I forgot his horns 💀)

2019

And some others because I couldn't find more earlier works of him unfortunately </3 (kinda sad cuz I was trying to find my first piece of digital art work for him that I made for me n my old friend's solkat ask blog (that never was) <//3)

2016/2017?

Real shit tho, just gonna reminisce here, gonna be a lil earnest and all: Homestuck was my first ever fandom back in 2016. What introduced me to fandom, and helped me really get into art. It's what drove me to WANT to get better at art so I could bring characters I loved to life and have them look as I envisioned them in my mind.

Karkat was my favorite and I really resonated with him, he was the first character I ever felt really, really attached to. I met so many great people, so many friends, a fun community for the most part. It was such an important part of my life, too, during a very bumpy time in my life.

For the first time in my little middle school life I felt a real sense of belonging. It helped me explore self expression, allowed me self expression in healthier ways, in a multitude of ways. It was the first place I could explore my queer identity, especially my transness, and be met with understanding. Where people really understood, ykno? Not even queerness, but just.. met me with understanding with how life can be sometimes.

Have people who were older than me treat me fairly as a kid, who gave great life advice, who didn't mind indulging me when I got hyper over my interests or characters I loved. It's probably ironic in some ass backwards way, but I don't think I'd be as mature as I am either, or, at least, know half the things I know now. I wouldn't be half the queermo I am today if it weren't for these funky little space aliens and the really cool and smart and creative people I met. It opened my eyes in a lot of ways. And I just... I dunno.

I might not be stuck in the house anymore but It's like driving down the road to look at my old childhood home once in a while just to sigh all wistfully a little before returning to the one I live at now :) ty karkat 4 being the guy of all time and sticking with me thru my formative years <3

[clowningaroundmars]

i still cannot get over The Twins like.

imagine.

you have another version of you out there arguably living a life just as difficult as yours, if not more, that you can talk to at literally Any Time! and they're You so you basically already have half a convo down anytime you decide to pop on over via a portal

1610 and 42 stepping out of their respective portals side-by-side just to stroll out of an alleyway like nothin happened just going:

1610: LOUD SIGH

42: rough day too huh?

1610, brushing debris off of his shoulder: yeeep. another run-in with the rhino. again.

42: you didn't lock his dumb ass up like, last month? how'd he get out?

1610: don't know, don't care. so done with this week, i just wanna... i dunno. hibernate til spring 😮‍💨

42: man, what a mood.

1610: what happened to you? you look like you had a rougher day than me!

42, covered in visible bruises and cuts along with his bandages: mannnn... rougher week more like. well... rougher life. but. anyways.

they both nod at each other in Understanding

[wellamarke]

i’m d y i n g out here bc i have been presented with a cabin pressure “short story” (fanfiction but written for school and, I am fairly sure, before the writer knew that fanfiction really existed as a concept) by an ELEVEN YEAR OLD!!!!!!! that is unbelievably charming, hilarious and adorable but, unfortunately, is simultaneously:

1. likely not something the writer wants to make public now, at the big age of 20 and

2. truly not something anyone would believe was written by an 11 year old were this to be claimed in an author’s note

so I am forced to appreciate it aLONE because it is. honestly my favourite thing right now 😭😭😭

[clowningcrows]

how do i know if my chosen name is the right name :(

[lovinglin]

the urge to delete this blog is strong

[floral-hex]

woke up at 4am feeling the weight of my life crushing me, so I’ve been sitting out in my car for the last couple of hours because I just need. to. be. somewhere else.

[radaverse]

if there's other fandoms you wanted to share about, which would they be?

(Also, love the aus still)

Thank you!! Well, I really like sonic the hedgehog, I'm a fan since I was a kid lolol. I also love my little pony (g4), dragon ball, chikn nuggit, steven universe and some others I kinda forgot atm 😭 I may share some stuff for those in future art!! ^^

[angelxxhunter]

when she sends you tumblr posts that made her think of you // that she wanna recreate with you >>>>>

[rebelscaped]

food truck alley, midday, current time (no specific date) / @anchoragestarters

The remainding few pieces of xiaolongbao he'd ordered had been sat neglected on the bench table long enough that it had started to go cold, the soup having seeped out of one and into the polystyrene tray that held them. Although Kael had never been known for his appetite, it was not because he was not hungry that his lunch had gone ignored but rather that he was much too focused on other things; in particular, inspiration had hit and the most inconvenient moment and he was now stuck scrawling away on a pieces of scrap paper he'd found in his bag. The one he was on right now had been a flyer for something at some point, he hadn't bothered to flip over to check. Songwriting wasn't something with which Kael troubled himself quite as often these days; since he'd joined the band, those duties had fallen into hands besides his own. He harbored no ambitions of going solo but it felt nice to cling to old passions. Besides, the lyrics he penned were often personal and more occasionally, they were too vulnerable to be seen by anybody but Kael. He was fine with this. He might have even considered it a cheaper alternative to therapy. (Or was it more like keeping a diary?)

Of course it came as a shock, then, that a strong gust of wind came in just at that moment and whisked the papers right from under his pen. All Kael could muster as a response was a quiet grunt of surprise. The wind had calmed as quickly as it had picked up, as was the way of Anchorage's unpredictable weather. (He supposed he ought to have been used to that, given how much time he'd spent in London.) Most of the paper had gathered at the legs of another bench. Another occipied bench. Mostly under the bench. "Oh, fuck me sideways," he hissed under his breath, as he pulled himself to his feet and marched over, the gravel crunching noisily under the weight of his heavy New Rocks.

"Ey, if you don't mind moving for a bit, I need under here," said Kael, brusquely. Usually, he'd more polite than this. He wasn't a naturally rude person, but in times as frantic as these, he had a way of forgetting to filter himself. His gaze dropped to the bench table and his eyes widened as he finally noticed that a few sheets had landed squarely in this person's food. (He was so not reimbursing them for this.) Slowly but surely, eye contact was made. "Don't touch that."