#repost again because im too dumb to post a link

[misscoet]

cute aggression

(in case the link doesn't work or image too small - try this)

[fandomfluffandfuck]

ok how do u expect me to not share my thoughts with u after seeing this...

it's like 11pm rn and I have work tomorrow but ????? do I give a damn? no. Im thinking about bucky and steve in a modern world where steves phone is used only for looking at news articles and buckys is full of the kinda shit you would expect. he's got Instagram, tiktok (but he doesn't post videos, just watches the occasional cat video and reposts it only for thousands of people to like his repost and gush about his adorable love for cats).

ANYWAY I'm thinking one night he and Steve are chilling on the couch, half focused on the movie playing, Bucky scrolling on his phone for a bit.

then he sees the video in the link on tiktok and stops. he doesn't usually dwell on the videos he comes across on his feed. he'll acknowledge them and move on until he sees a cat doing something cute - then he'll shove his phone under Steve's nose until he sees. but. this video makes him squirm a little, seeing the guy's muscles squeeze right up against his boyfriends jaw. strong. perfect.

he looks up at Steve from across the couch, his feet in Steve's lap, studying him. looking at his arms.

"uh.. Buck?"

bucky looks at Steve's face and blushes bright red at being caught. he manages to push aside his embarrassment by asking Steve to watch the video and proposing that maybe they could.. recreate it?

"just to see what it feels like?" bucky asks, and when Steve nods, albeit reluctantly, he knows he's won.

he gets into position with his head on Steve's chest, gets his phone ready to record. he tells Steve when to flex and starts filming, mouthing along to the words of the song until...

until Steve flexes his bicep and buckys seeing it in the camera and he just sort of... stops. stops mouthing, stops blinking. mostly because the way Steve arm looks around his throat makes him want to moan, and because he knows his boyfriend is powerful and strong enough that he could definitely - if he wanted to - tighten his hold and keep Bucky there. unable to escape or move. like prey. at Steve's mercy to do whatever he wants with him.

Steve catches on to Bucky's thoughts, huffs a laugh before tossing the phone to the side and looking Bucky in the eye.

"You... like this?" He asks breathlessly, and who is bucky to sit there and lie?

"I think so?" he says, and Steve's eyes soften as he flexes again and this time, Bucky can /feel/ the muscles under Steve's skin, feels the way they squeeze his throat. he shivers and then a bolt of arousal makes its way to his core.

After that? bucky spends the rest of his night with one arm around his neck whilst Steve fucks his from behind. moral of the story: bucky now very much enjoys being choked.

thanks for receiving my word vomit <3

[Link] to a video on Twitter of two men lying on a bed, one has his arm around the others face, flexing and squeezing his chin with his bicep and forearm muscles.

I applaud you for having thoughts after seeing that. I just went... yeahhh 😏

As far as my thoughts after reading what you wrote?

NONE.

No fucking thoughts.

Not even a single one.

Empty head.

I just love how fucking dumbfounded you made Bucky. The moment Steve flexes, he's gone. Floating away. He's dumb. He's about ready to drool. Just, ready to die, because he could die like that, suffocated by Steve's stupid, perfect arms.

Poor Bucky is like--

Oh, God... maybe not no thoughts...

Now I'm thinking about choking but also, just, Bucky crawling all over Steve whenever he comes home from the gym, flushed, sweaty, and bursting out of his tight, thin t-shirts even more than normal with his muscles plump and hard from use and his veins enbolded, too. He is obscene. A walking wet dream. Bucky can't help himself! He hangs off of his big, huge boyfriend, whining and begging to be squeezed, to be choked, to be thrown around, to be touched. He aches for Steve's broad, strong hands on him. Groping him. Defiling him. The feeling of his gym-honed calluses and blunt nails is practically orgasmic, making Bucky shiver every time. The air punched out of his lungs.

And don't even get Bucky started on how hotdirtygood the smell of Steve is when he comes home from the gym. Bucky just barely accepted that he's weird enough to have A Fucking Thing for his boyfriend flexing his arm around his throat, putting him in a chokehold, he can't handle uncovering his deeply buried armpit kink. Even if he just wants to faceplant in that firm, round chest--in those big, juicy biceps--in one of his armpits, inhaling deep and moaning helplessly. Steve's such a man. A man from that gorgeous jaw to his broad shoulders to his trim waist to his strong thighs to his stupid, square palms and thick fingers. Every inch of him. Bucky can't get enough of him.

Fuck.

Thank you for this 😮‍💨🥴

[goldenkirstein]

aot band! au headcanons pt. 1:

pt. two here

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pairing: jean x fem! reader, eren x fem! reader, zeke x fem! reader

wc: 1.2k+

cw: smut (18+ minors DNI), reader has female anatomy, manipulation/corruption, dumbification/incoherence, sorta dubcon (?), mentions of spit, cockwarming, unprotected sex, cursing, dirty talk, creampie/breeding, cumplay, degradation, perv! zeke.

a/n: okayyyyy, so im reposting this, because i didn't like it the first time i posted it lol. i added and cut out some things still don't know if i really like it. anyways, i tried my best with tagging everything, i really hope i didn't miss anything, if i did please let me know. this is my first time writing anything smutty, i'd love to hear any feedback or criticism !!

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smut under the cut

jean kirstein

Jean would play the electric guitar.

He wouldn't have any big tattoos but tiny stick and pokes, but when he takes off his shirt, there would be this giant, intricate tattoo that spans his entire back.

He wears thin white t-shirts that cling to his body when he gets all sweaty from performing or when he douses himself in water because the lights make it really hot on stage, babe. The shirt becomes practically see-through, and when he turns around, you can see the outline of the back tattoo. You swear he does it on purpose.

HIS HANDS, calloused from hours of practice, wears chunky silver rings that make his long fingers stand out. He keeps his ring finger empty, though (he's a romantic and a big ol’ softie).

When he's writing songs or can't figure out what chord would sound right, he plays with his rings. He takes them off, sliding them up and down his finger until he's satisfied and moves on to the others.

It drives him insane if he sees you singing along to his songs at the concerts. He'll smirk at you, opting for a quick wink, before getting back to performing.

After the show, he’ll pull you into his lap, in whatever empty room is available. He’ll have his hands on your hips, the cold rings contrasting against your hot skin.

His heart would be beating so fast, adrenaline pumping through his veins. He just got off stage, and here you are, grinding down on the growing bulge in his pants, driving him crazy.

On most days, he liked it when you would fuck him post-show, sliding your skirt up and sink down on his cock.

He loved watching you fuck yourself dumb around him, tits bouncing in his face, head thrown back in pleasure. His cock would reduce you into an incoherent blubbering mess. The only thing making sense was the way you were chanting his name like a prayer.

this fucker would love to whisper the most filthy things in your ear, “you’re making such a mess around my cock, petal. You’re gonna be a good slut and clean it up after, right?”

when he’s about to cum, he turns into an absolute mess. He gets super whimpery and will hold you close to his chest as he dumps his load in you. He stays like that for a while, watching as his cum drips out of your cunt and down his dick.

He doesn’t let you get off his cock, partly because he’s so sensitive and partly because he secretly wants to stuff you full of his babies.

after he’s calmed down a bit, he’ll open his eyes and run a hand through his hair, letting out a small chuckle, “shit, baby, you keep fucking me like that and I might just have to put a ring around that finger.”

eren yeager

plays bass and is on vocals

he has a sleeve on one arm, and the other one is empty. It's pretty cohesive, and the pieces link together-think American traditional; he takes great pride in his tattoos. After all, they're pieces of art on his body.

He likes showing off on stage. He’ll take off his shirt and throw it into the crowd, and he loves hearing the screams that ensue afterwards.

Always the performer; he’ll walk off the stage and stand on the rails, getting the people in the crowd to run their hands down his sweat-slicked torso. It’s another crowd favourite.

he wears rings too, and his favourite thing to do is to get you to pull them off his fingers using your mouth. He has to coax you into each time, “I can’t pull them off by myself; they’re too tight, need your help, angel.” He just likes having you suck on his fingers; he won’t tell you that, though.

He likes the attention from the fans, but he mainly does it to get you hot and bothered. Eren stares at you while strangers are practically grabbing at him. It’s a game for him. Figure out just how many ways he can get to you.

you always avoid him after the shows, in a way to tell him that you're not impressed by the stunts he pulls.

As much as you try to run and hide, he always finds you. He’ll come up from behind, hands on your waist; you don’t need to see him to know that he’s got that Cheshire cat grin on his face.

Try to escape from his grip, and it’ll only get tighter, “what’d you think of my little performance, princess? Did it make you weak in the knees?”

He loves pushing your buttons, does everything to get a reaction out of you, try all you might, the night always ends the same way, you bent over his dressing room table, skirt lifted, panties to the side, and him fucking ruthlessly into you from behind.

the stoic front you put up would be practically erased from the way his cock slides in and out of your spongy walls, hitting that sweet spot over and over again.

He loves hearing you beg for him; he wants to listen to the vulgar words fall from your mouth, wants to have you begging him to let you cum, pleading for him to cum in your pussy.

He’ll tease you endlessly, “what’s that angel? If you want my cum so bad, you gotta beg better than that.” In the end, he always gives in, also liking the way his seed drips out of your pulsating hole.

Before any can drip down your thighs, he’ll slide back your panties, straighten out your skirt and send you off, saying that, “it’s for later, for when you try fingering that pretty little pussy, you’ll always have a reminder of who owns it.”

Bonus: tour manager! zeke yeager:

tour manager zeke, who watches the shows from the venue’s back, keeping his eyes trained on you.

Tour manager zeke who has a reputation for being a sleazebag, a cheapskate and vile to women.

Tour manager zeke, who watches as you stay back after each show to clean up, smiling ever so sweetly at him, “no mr. yeager, I really don’t mind helping out. It’s the least I can do.”

tour manager zeke, who can’t help think of shameful things when you bend over to pick up the crumpled posters, his eyes that linger a little too long at the swell of your pert ass.

Tour manager zeke thinks about how your mouth would feel around his cock, how your eyes would tear up as he pushed your head further and further down his cock. How pretty you would look with spit and cum coating that sweet face of yours.

Tour manager zeke, who has always been kind to you, offering to take you home for the night, telling you how cute you look and how he can’t believe you’re over 18.

Tour manager zeke wants to defile you and make you his, ruin you so that you can only get off from his cock and no one else’s.

Tour manager zeke wants to teach you how to suck dick, how to ride, how to fuck.

Tour manager zeke, who treats you so nicely, putting false notions in your mind so you can let your guard down around him, hoping that one day he can shape you into his plaything.

a/n: hope the smut sounded right this time around lmao, i might scrap it in the morning again idek yet, just wanted to see if i could even write smut.

I am working on the second part of somewhere only we know !! thank you for all the love on that.

if this does well, i'd love to do a part two to this with armin, mikasa and connie, please let me know if that is something you would be interested in !!

as always, if you enjoyed, leave a like/reblog, i truly appreciate it <33

[kingwolfie08]

well im back after a very long time. i havent posted anything in forever since i didnt want to be reminded by my posts. attcally i tried to forget i had tumblr because i used to add images that would show proof i made it since at the time i was very dumb and stupid. also because i fought this was like amino.

anyways i came back to tumblr because i saw someone reposted my mimi drawing [the mimi from too kiD frIEndly] without crediting me or linking my original post with the drawing thats in it wich because of that i got very annoyed to where i desided to come back to tumblr

anyways since last time my art has gotten alot better and im not doing the same thing i did with my last posts

anyways heres my design for blu

the way i drew the pupils to look are to kinda refrence the one thing extoplasm said in his one newgrounds post wich is that molly is more evil then blu

i also added a watermark to hopefully not get this stolen again by the same person that reposted my mimi drawing

[majimemegoro]

kiryu meta, remastered

im reposting & remastering this because its one of my most important posts but for some reason never shows up in searches and i need to be able to find it sometimes. im making some minor changes and additions but ill put a link to the original in the reblogs. also the codeword is whackusbonkus and thats what ill search if i ever cant find this on my blog. also i am censoring any words that tumblr might think are Bad Words, again to make the post more likely to show up in my blog search.

*HERE BE SPOILERS FOR KIWAMI 2/Y2* 

I wrote the original in response to an anonymous ask that said:

I finished YK2 and while I loved it, that ending got me rolling my eyes and sighing "UGH MEN". Massive [no] measuring context ever. What was the point? And don't get me started with the "Haruka will understand". Understand what Kiryu? That instead of taking the elevator, get to a hospital and save yourself you decided to have a pointless fight that served no purpose or whatsoever knowing full well you would leave her alone in this world? Like, I get that’s not the true ending. But damn it’s just such a stupid move. Kiryu I love you but that was dumb as [dumb]. (SORRY FOR THE RANT)          

now buckle your seatbelt this is where the rambling starts. OK SO I totally get where you’re coming from and I think your criticisms are totally legitimate, but i actually had a completely different reaction to this part and i consider it one of the best ending sequences in the series (if not the best). Ill try to explain why.

For me, Y2 is the story of kiryu trying to die.

We see him go to meet with the omi when everyone is telling him its certain death. we see him trying to get kaoru to take his life as some kind of stupid reparation for his negligible involvement in the death of her parents at the age of twelve. (TWELVE.) we see him pull a knife out of his gut wound. then at the end theres a) the fight with ryuji and b) the fact that he doesn’t take the chance to leave before the bomb goes off. there might be other examples but i can’t remember. So over the whole game we watch kiryu trying to die, at first in the service of “worthwhile” projects, in the service of utility and honor, but none of it pans out and we see his self-destructive behavior gradually become more pointless, e.g., the knife. but hes still alive.

then in the ending sequence at the top of kamurocho hills, we reach the - in a way natural - conclusion of that. kiryu is left with the absolute thinnest justification for seeking death, a sort of existentially (in the sense of the specific philosophy) valuable activity that is valuable/honorable/meaningful at all only because he decides it is. only because he can’t see beyond not wanting to live. only because he knows that going out with dignity in the midst of a crisis is a “good” way to die. so he gives up on even pretending to have altruistic motivations and he admits to himself at least on some level that, yeah, he wants to help people, but he also wants to die. and people have been helped - the day has been saved as much as it could be - so now he can die.

I think thats why he stays to fight ryuji. on some level it is absolutely a shallow machismo contest, but its also kiryu grabbing onto the only thing he can see that has meaning. its also kiryu getting a way out that will feel strong and dignified and almost metaphysically important. it’s su*cidal ideation masquerading as thymos. physical combat makes an apt stand-in for meaningful activity because it is inherently tied to life and death: physical combat can make a division between life and death, and life and death are important, so fighting ryuji must be important too, right? and then he can die, right? and then-

and yeah, he’s going to be leaving haruka behind. he doesn’t have a justification for that. but i think he really can’t see beyond just wanting things to stop.

is it selfish? yes, in a way. is it psychologically compelling? I say absolutely.

YOU’RE WELCOME FOR THE RANT

(interestingly, I think the soundtrack supports this interpretation - A Scattered Moment is NOT the background music for an *purgatory announcer voice* EPIC MANLINESS CONTEST !!! its the background music for something that is sad and almost beautiful - something trying to be beautiful - and impossible to stop.)

[yeoldotcom]

do kyungsoo; half moon

pairing; d.o x reader

word count; 1k

genre; fluff,, i guess?

summary; kyungsoo entered the wrong bathroom and found you crying by the sink

a/n; OMG so i linked a song originally because i didn’t know if the link thing was still going on... apparently it is lmao so no one really saw this post (shoutout to the ones that did tho!) so im reposting without the link so more people can see! the song was just ‘half moon’ by dean and it was edited to sound as if u were in the bathroom of a club or something,, it was really nice and it sucks that we still cant link stuff but whatever! hopefully this reaches someone!

All you wanted to do was go home, take off those uncomfortable heels you had been wearing all day, and go to sleep but as soon as you got off work, your friends had been waiting for you.

“Let’s go to the club!” your friend Baekhyun had suggested, dragging you along with him and your other friend Jongin. You had tried to break free from Baek’s death grip but your tries had proved to be in vain. After a minute or two of fighting it, you decided to give up and just go with them. “If you’re sad, going to a club will definitely lift your spirits!”

As soon as the three of you made it to the club, you already felt a headache coming along. As your last try to go home, you looked over at Jongin with a frown.

“You’ll have fun,” he told you, patting your shoulder.

“I’d have more fun at home.”

Baekhyun pouted beside you, “If you go home, you’ll only be alone with your thoughts and that’ll make you even more sad. It’s better if you just stay with us.” You rolled your eyes, although the action worsened your headache.

And with that, the three of you made your way inside the club.

They left you. I guess that’s what always ends up happening in these type of stories, but it still was surprising to you. You could’ve sworn they were dead set on lifting your mood but after an hour of not leaving your side, they probably decided that they should have fun too.

Still, it made you a little bit upset.

Okay, not really a little bit. More like a lot. You were already sad enough but then your friends decided to leave you? Cue the emotions!

You thought it would’ve attracted attention if you just cried at the bar though. Some creep would probably go up to you and say ‘Hey sweets, why are you crying?’ and you’d have an even worse day because of that so you just decided to go to the restroom and cry.

And it also sucked because they started to play one of your favorite songs too! You couldn’t hold in the emotions anymore though, so despite how much you wanted to stay and dance to the song, you ran to the restroom as the opening notes of Half Moon started to play.

You closed the door behind you, looking at your reflection in the mirror. ‘Wow,’ you thought, ‘Why am I here?’

The first round of tears flew down your cheeks and you swatted at them, trying to prevent them from flowing but after a few tries, you let them fall.

You heard a squeak come from the door and you tried to wipe away all of your tears and any evidence that you were crying. Giving the person who walked in a tight lipped smile, you looked up at them, probably trying to show them you were okay, but you ended up staring at them in shock instead.

“Oh my god, wrong bathroom��” the man who just walked in had started to say, but then he saw you and his eyes widened. He turned to look back into the club and then looked back at you, in an almost frantic way. As he kept going back and forth from looking at you to looking out of the doorway, you let out a sniffle which made his decision for him.

He stepped into the bathroom and closed the door behind him.

“Are you okay?” He asked after a few moments of silence. The bass of the song could be felt even throughout the bathroom.

You nodded, “Yeah. I’m fine.”

“You’re crying though,” the man pointed out. His soft voice was almost hard to hear over the background music but you managed.

Swiping at your face once more, you forced a smile, “I’m fine. Just a little emotional.”

He nodded, rocking back and forth on his feet. The atmosphere felt a bit awkward for you. You just wanted this stranger to leave so you could get back to crying but he didn’t look like he was going to.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

As if those words held magic, your tears started to flow again. You wiped them away but they still fell, “I’m sorry. It’s just been a long day.”

Upon seeing your tears, the stranger walked closer towards you, making a stop by the napkins, “Don’t apologize. What happened?”

Even thinking about it made your tears drop from your eyes in full force, “My boyfriend– or ex now– he broke up with me this morning. I haven’t had enough time to dwell on it because I had work but––” You choked back a sob as the stranger handed you the napkins. Quietly thanking him, you wiped your tears, although new ones replaced those, “I just don’t know what went wrong. He hadn’t given me any signs of wanting to break up but then out of nowhere he texts me––”

“He broke up with you over text?” The stranger asked.

“Yeah! And in three words!” You let out a laugh thinking back on how ridiculous it had been. ‘Lets break up’ is what he sent. When he first sent it, you were confused. You texted him back but then realized that he had blocked you. Now when you look back on the moment, you’re just amused. He wasn’t even brave enough to tell you face-to-face.

But it still hurt.

The stranger shook his head, “He sounds like a loser. Or a jerk. Or a loser jerk.” You laughed at his choice of words.

“Yeah, he really was a loser jerk.” You both shared a laugh as you heard the ending of the song drawing near. Neither of you made any motion to leave as you ranted on and on about some of the dumb things that had happened during your relationship.

The song had long since ended before you realized that the stranger (you’d learned his name was Kyungsoo) had come into the restroom for a reason.

You looked over at him, “I forgot! Don’t you need to use the restroom or something?”

Kyungsoo’s eyes widened, “Oh yeah! I forgot about it too.” He laughed as he headed for the door but before he opened it, he turned towards you, “Will you still be here when I get back?” He asked.

You smiled at his gentle voice, “Yeah, I’ll be here.”

[yukipri]

Hey, I want to start posting my own art but i don't know if i should do it on tumblr or instagram...which one should i choose? i noticed that you use both, but all your art has your blog URL... any thoughts?

Okay so here’s my best attempt to answer this, it got a bit long sorry! ^ ^;

I think different people have vastly different experiences posting art on various social media platforms depending on what you post, how you want to present it, how many followers you have, and how you regularly interact/WANT to interact with those followers.

I technically have an instagram which I tried to get myself to restart using after my last convention since so many cosplayers use it, and i tried putting a very small amount of art on there but tbh it’s already fallen back to its original use, which is to sometime post photos to tumblr through it ^ ^; I realized Instagram’s not a great platform for me personally to post art because 1) I personally do not have a lot of followers on it, 2) of those followers, many are rl people who found me through fb which i try to keep separated from my fandom blogs, 3) Instagram heavily controls image dimensions so it’s not great if you frequently post tall or long posts and the majority of my art is portrait, 4) Instagram is good for individual aesthetic images, not so great for long story-telling multi-page comics, which is a lot of what I do, 5) I’m not entirely sure how people find your blog on instagram since no reblogging and tags and stuff seem strange and most of the attention seems to come from people who already follow you, and I’m too tired to learn another social media platform now, and 6) Instagram is full of a TON of art theft and I’ve had too many personal bad experiences to have a good impression of the platform as a whole.

So uh, yep, in other words for me Instagram is mostly for cosplay, selfies, pet pics, and merch pics ^ ^;

I also post on Twitter, but that has its fair share of issues too. It, like instagram, is pretty bad for posting portrait images and works better with square/landscape aligned images. It absolutely SUCKS for long comics and multi-page things because the previews are awful. The text limitation is also pretty miserable for someone like me who loves talking a LOT on my posts. It also has a really weird HUGE hit or miss gap between art posts, and I feel like the amount of followers or comments you get per successful art post is far fewer than Tumblr, though others may have different experiences. It IS good for connecting to a less English and tbh far less America-centric community though ^ ^;

I personally prefer to use Tumblr as my main art posting platform for several reasons, some simply because I’ve been more successful here and that’s motivation to continue, and some also just because of what I post. This was the first fandom social media I was really active on, and I’ve been active for YEARS and have sloooooooooooooowly but steadily gained more success, bit by tiny bit through various fandoms (so yeah, tons of art posts with only single digit notes? been there, done that WHOO).

Because Tumblr’s been my main social media, I’ve gotten used to formatting my art specifically for it. Almost all of my art uses Tumblr’s ideal image posting proportions (2 width: 3 height, for those wondering, anything taller blurs), and I’ve learned to take advantage of Tumblr’s vertical scrolling to make posts that stand out when you speed scroll. I’m also the kind of artist who again, rarely posts a “look a pretty picture anyone can appreciate” type art, and more “here’s a really obscure hyper specific AU comic that you’ll have to follow all the links and read the text to appreciate,” type work. This latter means that being able to write long comments (and being able to put it beneath a cut), add links to other posts, and properly tag is really important.

I’ve also found that when I personally post this hyper specific content, on Tumblr and only Tumblr of my social media platforms do I get significant feedback. This is almost entirely because my own unique followers are truly amazing and I’m so incredibly grateful to them, but also partially because there’s so many methods of feedback for people at various comfort levels. There’s the askbox, which I can respond to publicly and where people can send anon if that’s easier. There’s IMs, which I can rarely respond to but it’s an option. There’s replies and comments in reblogs of posts. And there’s tags for people who want to ramble but don’t necessarily look for responses from me. The combination of all of these results in quite a decent amount of feedback that I can enjoy ^ ^; And again, this isn’t for every post; I find that art with less specific context, even if it gets exponentially more notes just don’t have the same type of feedback as my more specific content. And experiences will vary heavily between users, but this is just the community that I feel has grown around my own art here (Thank you all, dear followers, you’re all amazing ;A;).

Tumblr’s url is the one stamped on all of my work because it’s the one I’ve created my brand on, it’s the one that contains all of my content as I meant for it to be seen (comments, tags, links to other related posts and all) so it’s the one that most of my reposts on my other social media link to anyway, and also to be blunt, it has many more times the number of followers than all of my other social medias combined >.

Of course, Tumblr has plenty of cons too. As noted above, but horizontal images are CRAP to post on Tumblr bc they take the least amount of space when you’re vertically scrolling so even it’s a ridiculously huge and detailed long post, it’ll barely blip on most dashes. There’s a limit of 10 images, which can be annoying for me sometimes as a comic artist who has to work around that. Tumblr also does this ridiculously stupid thing where it resizes the image that appears on the dash so it’s really crappy quality and it’s a pain for people to open up the actual resolution image. Tumblr also has, ah, a very specific and rather hostile culture around many things, and depending on what you post you could get a lot of unsavory comments that will be a LOT more rare on other platforms. I’ve found that users on other platforms tend to understand the “You control what you consume,” concept a lot better ^ ^;;;; And given the above various forms of interacting with your followers that I’ve listed above, this also means that people have a variety of tools to make you feel like crap too! And then there’s all that stuff about safety mode going on recently, among other problems. Not a perfect platform, not by a LONG shot.

So which social media platform will be right for you? Again, it really, REALLY depends. If rl people follow you on one or the other and you want or DON’T want them to see it, that’s a factor. If you’re used to talking to your followers on one account and maybe they’d be interested in seeing something else from you, that’s an option. If you want to divide personal from fandom or combine them, that’s a factor. If you prefer more “artistic” or aesthetic art, perhaps instagram and twitter would work far better for you than me. If you have a certain art orientation you prefer, that’s a factor (again: Instagram = square, Twitter = square/landscape, Tumblr = portrait/square). If you want to write a lot of comments or post multi-page work, perhaps Tumblr is better. And of course, it certainly doesn’t hurt to try posting on multiple simultaneously and seeing what works for you, which could be everything! 

But most importantly, please don’t get too discouraged if your work does not immediately get the response you were hoping it’d get. Gaining a following takes time and there are so many factors involved beyond your skill level alone, including the popularity of the fandom if it’s fanart, timeliness, frequency of your posts, and the biggest one is sheer dumb luck. Most if not all followers won’t ever comment. Most of your followers won’t even bother to hit like. It WILL feel exhausting and unrewarding and thankless if you go into it for the notes alone. So please, it’ll be hard but it can be a wonderful and rewarding thing to share things you’ve put your love and passion into, so enjoy drawing, draw what you love, and share because you want to share that feeling ^ ^

Sorry this got SUPER long, but I hope it was somewhat helpful! ^ ^;