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[choccy-milky]

bird in her gilded cage 💙🪽

[hoofpeet]

is there... any more dane/penny/bunny content.... it doesn't have to be art, it can just be thoughts but i just think that they r neat :)

Yeassss a little.... here's some rough doodles

Satyrs kinda have a different concept of romance, being herd animals. Being in a herd is akin to being in a relationship with all parties involved, and there's not hard lines between platonic & romantic.. so most satyr herds are pretty openly affectionate with each other- probably what we would call FWBs. Bunny wasn't really raised around other satyrs though, so it would probably freak him out to receive such open affection at first- especially having never considered being into dudes at all.... He does have a (subconscious) crush on both his buddies tho so he warm up to it eventually :]

[cyellolemon]

cute trans flag colored outfits with Olive (he/him)

[ernestelm]

Vega

New oc created in relation to @margo-mania 's oc Razzle

He is a Maine Coon with a black and white patterns (the white are usually colored), he also has a star shaped mark on his face on his eye. He and his owners just moved to London from America, so he is fairly new here. (he wanders around and gets lost a lot of the times to the amusement of other cats)

He's usually dyed in different colors by his owners. "He likes being colorful and people wouldn't really tempted to steal a bi cat now would they." - one of his owners

He likes to sing while playing his guitar, he thinks he's very cool when doing so. (whether the others think he's cool though...) He is also very loud and has zero self awareness about it. He's the autistic that takes a lot of stuff literally so he doesn't catch when people sass him at all.

So for the Razzle relationship, basically when seeing him to a trick he was like suuper impressed and since then he's trying to be his friend and get closer with Razzle.

He gets confused as a magical cat by the other cats because of his heterochromia. He isn't, if he were he wouldn't get stuck in a trashcan that one time and cry so hard he voice was raspy for a whole week. (he thought he sounded cool but it worried the others a lot when he would talk through coughing fits)

[geospiral]

Moran's Alien Stage Outfit! She's wearing a translucent dress with make-up that resembles the "Y" of an autopsy cut from her shoulders to her midriff; she also has white undergarments on.

Her Guardian is an artsy theater director who doesn't want to invest too much in her, so Moran's competition outfit was bound to be... unique.

Alien Stage Head Base by Para

[crebbyhermit]

jan 2024/oct 2021

vici redraw

[matchoflini]

Day 14 of OCtober - OC nationality

[mr-013f]

me when coping university and pretending am the protagonist somewere

[twl-cyan]

Day 425

用Day 44嘅色板，製作出二師一生慶祝端午節！

端午節快樂！

[lovphobic]

GIGGLES. i was tagged by @reaperkiller to do thiiiis picrew w my ocs :^) i think it did them all equal justice for once !

thalya & sildraste (dnd)

valdys & morant (original)

@lavinet @silverislander hello my fellow mutuals come play dolls with me

[pyjamaenzel]

kinda hard to see but the flag color bracelets are: agender, rainbow, nonbinary, trans, genderqueer, aromantic, and asexual.

[cowpokezuko]

Every time I post about my ocs I have a mini crisis that people will think I'm a weird ww2 bro. I PROMISE I'm not a tankie I am so chill and normal.

[isaacathom]

a party member drew us all lil arts to use as tokens in our roll20 and an unintentional consequence of the style they used (identical colours used for every party member for the purposes of differentiation from the background) is that they have absolutely whitewashed my character lmao

and like, yeah, i knew academically that my character design for that character wasnt white, like i Knew that, but then comparing the bw values for the colours used im like hooooly shit dude. and the main reason i noticed is tat the colour styling also meant that the hat and hair were the same shade, which is not true, zimris hair is way darker than their hat, and their eyes are the same colour as their hair, so it was like, the whole value space of the character was completely different

and it doesn't ~matter~, its not a thing that remotely matters - the important thing about the token is that we know where the fuck our characters are in the grid so we can fuck up some extraplanar beasties. thats fine. it doesnt matter. but its like oh. hm. okay. huh.

[owlkalinity-books-and-music]

It was completely unintentional that, in The West, With Glory, two out of three of my Mapicck!Canadian characters happen to have a red and white colour scheme.

[theereina]

Big Mama Pt. 10 | You're Supposed To Know

Pairing: Terry Richmond x Plus Size Fem Black!OC

Wordcount: +2K

Warnings: MDNI (18+) mature content, such as cursing, no smut (alluding to sexual situations), heavily dialogue-centered, angst, verbal argument

Synopsis: When an argument between Terry and Havana sends them into a spiral, love is the last thing on their minds. Terry’s inability to see the situation through Havana’s POV becomes the single catalyst for a bomb that's ready to self-destruct.

Now, Terry must come to terms with the fact that this may be the end, and it’s all his fault. In a moment of desperation, Terry returns home and seeks advice from his parents. His parents give him raw and unfiltered guidance that shakes Terry to his core.

“Will Terry’s indiscretions ruin everything he and ‘Vana have built, and is forgiveness even an option?”

Big Mama Pt. 1 => 🦋

Big Mama Pt. 2 => 🦋

Big Mama Pt. 3 => 🦋

Big Mama Pt. 4 => 🦋

Big Mama Pt. 5 => 🦋

Big Mama Pt. 6 => 🦋

Big Mama Pt. 7 => 🦋

Big Mama Pt. 8 => 🦋

Big Mama Pt. 9 => 🦋

*Masterlist: 🔥🔥🔥

“’Vana, don't you walk away from me!” Terry yelled behind me as I stormed out of the bedroom.

“No, fuck this! I'm going home! You’re acting like I'm the problem!” I yelled back. I continued to walk into the living room without slowing my pace.

I was on fire. My mind was going 100 miles a minute, and nothing was going to calm me down. I didn't want to talk anymore. Terry's lack of understanding could only be tolerated for so long. He was letting his pride get in the way.

“Come here!” Terry said, grabbing my arm.

“Let me fuckin' go! I'm not doin' this anymore. I'm sick of explainin’ myself!” I yelled as I snatched my arm from Terry.

“Aight, ‘Vana. Calm yo’ ass down. We've been at this all day, and I'm tired. What the hell are you still mad for?” he asked, tilting his head to the side.

What was I still mad for? Terry couldn't be this dumb or naïve.

“What am I still mad for? What kinda dumbass question is that? You don't see what you did wrong?” I asked, stepping closer to him.

“Watch it! You gettin’ beside yourself, mama. Keep it civil,” Terry said, eyeing me. His chest rose and fell rapidly.

Anger was the only emotion present in the room as hues of red dominated our auras. Red was all we had the capacity to see at this point. Our eyes veiled in our pursuit of blood. Lacking empathy and compassion in every word we spewed out of spite. There were no white flags in our future.

We were no longer seeking a resolution, instead, we were now struggling to declare a winner. Who was right? Who was wrong? Who did this? Who did that?

Ears were no longer listening as we were too focused on responding. Quick, sharp tongues leave no room for gentleness. Battling it out like two wordsmiths who hate each other, finding value in inflicting pain with the same lips we used to express the deepest depths of love.

Unknowingly, we both wanted it to stop, but that meant someone had to lose. Unfortunately, I was stubborn, and so was he. Neither set of lips yielded long enough for a reprieve. This was nothing more than a senseless act of immaturity. Both of us were unaware of just how fierce and passionate the other could be when we felt unheard or misunderstood.

“Civil? Keep it civil?! You can't be that dumb, Terry? You don't see nothin' wrong with what you did… Better yet, what you didn't do?” I asked, poking him in the chest.

“Don't do that!” Terry said as he lightly grabbed my hand. “Just stop it, ‘Vana! Use your fuckin' words and talk!” he said, putting my hand by my side.

“Don't fuckin' touch me! You obviously don't care! I've talked all damn day. I've used my words. I've cried. I've… I've… I'm done!” I said, turning on my heels.

“What did I just say?! Stop walkin’ away and talk!” he yelled again.

My movements stopped. I was beyond exhausted. We had repeated the same conversation over and over. Each time getting an even worse result. This fight would not end tonight or maybe ever.

With a heavy heart, I decided for both of us.

At this moment, I would rather walk away than continue to fight. Even if I felt like I was right, we were too far gone. There was probably no coming back from this. Trust was gone. Communication was broken. Feelings were hurt. Lines were crossed. Too much was said, and too much was left uncertain. My heart was damaged. Maybe, I wasn't built for this.

“I'm not repeating myself again! If you think you're right, fine. Fuck it. I don't care anymore. There's nothing more for me to say when you're supposed to know…. Hell… How don't you know?” I said, opening the front door.

I walked out the door, half expecting Terry to stop me. When he didn't follow me, it only reinforced my decision.

After all of that, I was forfeiting this battle.

I conceded. He won.

“Son, tell me what happened?” Rochelle, Terry's mother asked earnestly. She leaned over and kissed Terry's head, hoping to comfort him.

One thing Ms. Rochelle didn't play about was her baby boy Terry. She had yet to meet Havana, so this was a bit of a problem, considering her baby had shown up teary-eyed and distraught over a girl she had never met.

“She found out about what happened between me and Taylor. I was gonna tell her at first, but then I didn't see the need to. It ended right there. It ain't like I kept communicatin’ with her,” Terry said, leaning back in his seat on the couch.

“What you mean by that? What happened wit’ you and Taylor? Mae Ann told me Taylor said she saw you a few days ago. Is that it, or is there more to this story?” Rochelle said, rubbing Terry's back.

“I mean… yes and no,” Terry shrugged.

“Son, spit it out,” she said, rolling her eyes. She could see straight through Terry. He was trying his hardest to repress his feelings, but Rochelle knew Terry was at war inside his head. What she didn't know was that Terry’s internal monologue was growing more chaotic by the second.

“I met up with Taylor after she texted me. She asked me to go with her to Eli’s grave. I mean, we were together when he died. So, I felt like maybe she just needed a friend. So I went—,” Terry said.

“Terrence Richmond! I'm starting to see why this woman was pissed off. You met up with your ex, and didn't think to tell her that? Even if nothing happened, that leaves way too much up for interpretation. Use your brain, baby!” Rochelle said, crossing her arms.

“Well, I didn't want her to get mad at me or get the wrong idea,” Terry said, sinking into the couch.

“And how did that work out, huh?” she said, leaning up to grab Terry's face and forcing him to look at her. “Look at me,” she continued.

“I just thought it would be best if she didn't know. I know ‘Vana. She woulda tried to kill Taylor. Hell, she'd probably woulda tried to kill me, too!” Terry exclaimed. Pausing to gather his thoughts, Terry tried to figure out the best way to tell his mother the rest of the story. “To be honest, Mama, that ain't even the worst part. Taylor kissed me, and… uh… tried to… uh… touch… y’know,” Terry said, nodding towards his groin.

“Unh unh! Terrence, did you at least stop the girl?” she asked loudly. The more her son talked the more she understood Havana’s sentiment. She would wring his father's neck if he didn't tell her about something like this.

“Yes, of course I did. We were in my truck which made it worse. I pushed her off and held her back as best I could, but I was driving. Plus, she kept tryin', so I dropped her off at Julie's. I promise, Mama. Nothing happened. I just honestly didn't know what to do after that,” Terry said, letting his face fall into his hands.

“Nothing happened, my ass! So, you mean to tell me that you let this girl kiss and touch all over you, then expected your girlfriend to be okay with it? Wait a damn minute… I thought you said you didn't tell her,” Rochelle said, knitting her eyebrows together.

“I didn't… She did,” Terry mumbled under his breath.

“Who did? Who is she? What are y—. Terrence! I know damn well you didn't let Talyor tell her first. Come on, honey. This ain't right, and you know it. You should've known this wasn't gonna end well,” she said, popping Terry upside his head.

“Rochelle!” Terry’s father, Franklin, yelled as he entered the room.

“Go ‘head. Tell your father about the mess you done got yourself into. Franky, you gotta hear this,” Rochelle said, shifting in her seat.

Franklin sat in his recliner, facing Terry. “Boy! Talk! Ain't no sense in hangin’ ya' head,” he said, leaning up to get Terry's attention.

Terry sat in silence for a moment. He started the story over, telling it from beginning to end. The more he talked, the more he realized how disappointed his parents looked and the worse he felt. It was becoming more evident to him that he fucked up. Havana had every right to be mad.

“Chelle, can you give us a minute? I think this might be one of those conversations, baby,” Franklin said, rising from the recliner.

“Alright. Please, talk some sense into this boy,” Rochelle said, standing.

Franklin approached Terry's mother kissing her on the cheek. Rochelle left the room and left the two men alone. Franklin knew that this was a conversation that needed a Father's touch. His mother could only understand to a certain extent.

“Son, listen. Before I even start speaking, do you even know what you did wrong?” he asked as he sat back in his recliner.

“Yes. I just… I just didn't think it was that serious. I never wanted to hurt ‘Vana. I love her too much. I thought I was protecting her,” Terry said, looking at his father.

Franklin stared at his son. The look on Terry's face was all too familiar. This was the face of a man who knew he messed up but didn't know if he could fix his mistake. He knew his son well enough to see that whoever this girl was she had Terry's heart— all of it.

“That’s a start. At least, you know you were wrong. Listen to me, son. When it comes to women…., or better yet, when it comes to love, omission is lyin’. It doesn't matter what your intentions were. You let another woman tell your woman something she didn't know about. What makes it worse is that Taylor ain't some random woman, she’s a woman you gotta past wit’. That’s gonna immediately throw some doubt in there no matter how much she trusts you. I can only imagine how Taylor spun that story. So, of course, her initial thoughts are gonna be all over the place. She’s gonna question why you weren't the one to tell her, and if nothing happened, why'd you hide it? You left too much unanswered, son. Then, you let another woman answer for you,” Franklin said. He could see the wheels turning in Terry’s head.

“I know, Dad. It’s just that I don't even think she wants to see me, let alone talk. ‘Vana was more than pissed. She looked hurt. I shoulda followed her. I shouldn't have let her leave. She was right there—,” Terry said, sniffling.

“Son, what I'm about to say is gonna hit you like a shot of whiskey with no chaser. Stop thinking like a man and think like a lover. Don't you dare call that woman tryin' to talk over no phone. Go find her, and let her know how you feel. Meet her wherever she's at, pour yo’ heart, hit yo’ knees. Do whateva you need to get yo’ woman. But before you go over there, you gotta come to terms with something. She don't have to listen, and she for damn sure don't have to forgive ya’. All you can do is let her know how you feel. Hell, show her how you feel. You want that girl bad enough; you won't give a damn about how you look in that moment. Look at me, Terrence! When you get done, her heart should be full, and yours should be empty. Do you understand me?!”

A/N: Remember, I'm open to critiques. I am a little 🤏🏽 sensitive about my writing. Please, don't be too harsh.🥺 Feel free to bring my attention to any typos. Divider by ME (theereina). Also, this work is not to be plagiarized or reposted (on any site other than here on Tumblr). I do NOT give consent for any form of republishing or rewriting.

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[saszor]

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my disability pride drawing for this year's artfight! don't mind that it's almost september Please :)

OCs belong to (roughly from left to right): @mothswitheyes, ~meloewe, @spencerwatchestoons, @sililas, @lolodedodo, @pigeonkitt, ~Calicatto, ~Saltycoookie, ~necrichor, bottom right: @levymcgarden55, @hunipyon.

[ID: digital drawing showing a scene featuring eleven characters hanging out in the same room. on the left is a low coffee table with five characters sitting around it: Lea, a Black vampire with ombre hair is speaking with cane in her hand; Yumi, a petite blonde woman listening to her from her wheelchair; Hayden and Naomi - a tall white man with burn scars and amputated arm, and a much smaller blue-haired person with an EKG on their chest; and Hideo, a darkskinned Japanese man in a wheelchair who looks at them unimpressed. Slightly behind them are two people talking, both with a dog with them - Gigi, a Japanese person with albinism and fox ears shown from behind, and Jie, a Chinese man with a BKA and small scars on his face and throat, holding a cup in hand. In the background, Thabisa, a Black chubby woman is waving to 99A, a wheelchair using gray alien who is waving back. In the very front, shown from the chest up, are Cleo and Elysian smiling at each other - the former is a Black burn survivor half-elf wearing a big scarf, and the latter is a white enby with yellow-purple hair and patchy facial hair. The background features multiple flags: the disability pride flag, the disability rights flag, and the Deaf flag. End ID.]