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[dammarchy211]

Hey! I haven’t been posting much as I’ve been really busy with school, so I thought I’d share some of what I’ve been doing! :-))

These are all from my illustration class,

1. Intro metaphorical portrait (draw something to represent you without drawing a person)

2. Create a beer label with the provided template + the name Dreamscapes

3. Create a fake concert poster for a band

4. An editorial illusion for an article about why we need sleep

5. A 45 minute exercise we did in class drawing our star signs

[cepheusgalaxy]

[ID: Traditional artpiece of Angel Dust in the black outfit he wears in Poison, pole dancing upside-down and smiling to the viewer. There is a signature close to him, at the left, saying "Bug" with the date: 10-11/03/24. The background is plain white. /end ID.]

He died from overdose when he was alive sir

[clione16]

i see that farcille pool drawing get reposted and got many notes and yeah i know its well made and you guys love farcille so much but reminder that the artist behind that fanart, Khyleri is already infamous by their own for the spy x family holocaust drawing that posted on holocaust memorial. not only that but they also followed stonetoss and draw porn of underaged characters, making school shooting jokes and drawing anime girls in nazi uniform

[i-am-trans-gwender]

Most artwork on beer looks like either a grade school student drew it or like one of those "this pic goes hard feel free to screenshot" images.

[witchpussy42069]

ALSO I HATED SCHOOL BUT SHOUT OUT TO MY ELEMENTARY TEACHERS FOR CALLING SOCIAL SERVICES, PUTTING ME IN COUNSELING, FEEDING ME BREAKFAST EVERY DAY AND GIVING ME PENCILS FOR SCHOOL

AND SHOUT OUT TO THE LIBRARIES EVERYWHERE. ANYTIME I NEEDED TO ESCAPE ABUSE I WENT TO THE LIBRARY, TOLD THE LIBRARIAN NOT TO LET ANYONE KNOW I WAS THERE AND THEN I READ BOOKS OR PLAYED ON THE COMPUTER. SAVED MY LIFE.

[starvemaxx1ng]

girlhood is making an ed a competition

[yanderehighschool-confessions]

you know, for a show called yandere high school, im kinda surprised that there wasn't more... yandere. yeah, there was some, but then they kinda got sidetracked by drugs and gay sex. Which, to be fair, same.

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[psychicwound]

'don't you ever eat?' no stop it ur gonna unlock my secret lore (eating disorder)

[i-eat-worlds]

🔪👨‍⚕️🧽🪣🔫🧤 for the ask game

thanks for the ask, nonny!

set during Alex’s time undercover with Zorland

cw: medical whump, pain, gun shot injuries, medical abuse/neglect, nausea, needles, narcotic mention, graphic depiction of surgery w/o anesthesia, probable medical inaccuracies

Alex watched the lights of Zorland’s back room as she was unceremoniously dumped onto the cold metal exam table. Her leg was throbbing, icy-hot pain emanating from the bullet burrowed in her thigh. It must’ve been bad, since they’d taken her straight to medical instead of Zorland. The room cleared out, and she waited for the unforgiving touch of the healer’s hands as he strapped her down to the table.

It didn’t come. Instead, someone else she didn’t recognize stepped into the room.

Was this some new test? Zorland poking and prodding further to see if she would break? Only time would tell.

“Did they just fucking leave you here?” They asked incredulously, eyebrows furrowing. There was a tired sigh, and then the sound of a stretching latex.

A face appeared in her vision. “Can you tell me what happened, sweetheart?”

She laid there in silence for a moment, words caught in her throat. Normally, the healer didn’t ask questions.

“Shot. Left thigh,” she said, trying to keep the emotion out of her voice.

“Anywhere else hurt?” They patted their hands down her body, feeling around for other injuries.

She shook her head, resisting the urge to flinch at all the little touches. It would be over soon.

“Great. I’m going to take a look at your leg now, hun.” There was a firm hand on her ankle, and then her pants started to be cut away.

It took everything she had in her to not rip her leg away from the healer’s hands. Just because they weren’t the usual guy didn’t mean they wouldn’t report every whimper and wail back to Zorland.

“Bleeding’s stopped,” they noted in a tone that was almost upbeat. “I’m going to look for an exit wound now.”

Alex grit her teeth as the healer’s hands slid closer to her inner thigh, trying to ignore the deep feeling of wrong that rolled through her gut. They quickly inspected her leg, and she did her best to not inch away.

“I’m gonna start an IV, and then I’ll sort your leg.” The smell of alcohol wipes burned the air. “Any allergies, sweetheart?”

“No.” Not that she knew off, anyway. Still, it was odd that she was even asking. The normal guy rarely gave her anything, with the occasional exception of saline.

“I’ve no controlled, but I’ll do what I can for the pain.” They sunk the needle into the top of her hand.

Pain medication. What a fantasy that was. Zorland, apparently, drew the line at illegally acquiring narcotics.

“I’m also going to give you an antiemetic. My powers tend to make people feel nauseated, so it’ll help.” After the explanation, the healer quickly pushed the meds and moved on.

A blanket was spread across the upper half of Alex’s body. It wasn’t thick, nor was it very soft, but it was something. The back room was always freezing, so it was still appreciated. They let Alex down four ibuprofen, and they also set a bucket by her head, “just in case.”

How nauseous did her powers make people?

There was an awkward lull of activity while the healer prepared for the procedure ahead, setting out their tools, scrubbing their hands, and sliding on a new pair of sterile gloves.

Alex did her best to keep still while the healer worked. For some reason, the lack of restraints was jarring. It wasn’t that she liked them, it just felt wrong for them to not be there. Her wrists felt too light, and the lack of pressure across her hips made it feel like she was going to float away.

The ibuprofen started to kick in, though it barely made a dent. “This is going to hurt, there’s no way around it,” the healer said, almost apologetically. “It’s alright if you scream. If you need a break, just let me know, yeah?” As they spoke, they gently used a sponge to wash the dried blood away, then swiped betadine around the wound.

Alex wasn’t stupid enough to fall for that particular trick. At least the guy was nice enough to give her the rod, but she’d probably be able to pull through without biting her tongue off. Probably.

“I’m going to have to remove the bullet before I can heal you.” They spread a drape over her leg. “It’s going to suck but you’re going to be okay.”

In preparation, she wrapped her hands around the sides of the table, trying to steady her breathing. She’d had worse. She’d had so much worse.

The healer made the first incision, dragging the scalpel along the edges of the wound to widen it. Alex grunted, face twisting in pain as she dug her fingernails into the metal. Two fingers plunged into the wound, scissoring it open.

She just wanted it to stop.

Cold metal forceps dug into the wound, searching for the bullet. Her leg twitched on the table, a useless attempt to throw the healer’s hands o of her. “We’re nearly done,” they said, but Alex couldn’t really hear them.

They pushed further, until they finally stopped. “Got it.” They said, yanking the bullet out of the wound and dropping it on the floor. “All that’s left is to heal it.”

Darkness glimmered in the corners of her vision. It would be all too easy to just let go.

Fire ared in her leg as the healer started to work. “You’re doing great, sweetheart,” they said as Alex’s flesh slowly started to knit itself back together. Bile burned the back of her throat, and she reached for the bucket.

“I gotcha, just a little bit longer,” they said, voice soft. The sentiment was nice, but it was overshadowed by the absolute agony that was tearing through her. Her vision was lled with stars and spots, and she didn’t ght them as they clouded over and pulled her under.

The emptiness was home.

Taglist: @pigeonwhumps @rainydaywhump @painful-pooch @rainbowsandwhumperflies

[greysprunki]

hai :3

-tosses you a sharp knife into your hands and explodes. Also gives you a sickness cause sicknesses spread from blood too-

(P.S.: the sickness is just like problems digesting things so uh)

tw: blood and Emetophobia under the cut cause anon decided to make Grey whiteness the horrors in front of his eyes why anon why are you traumatizing him like this he just made this blog 🤩 also this is ->/ooc

*Grey held the knife in shock. It looked like he actually killed someone. He doesn’t know that you gave him an illness and it hasn’t kicked in, but he already felt bile rise up his throat cause of this scene, but that didn’t let it distract him.*

*he went over to you, looking at your corpse. Your lifeless, gory corpse with your insides exposed. He gently grabbed you, carefully...*

“...y-you awake...? Can you... hear me?- no, that’s stupid. Your a-already... geez. What if someone sees this.....”

*he looked around, trying see if anyone is watching... he still had the knife in hand. This is really bad. What if another Sprunki see’s this and decides to tell the others and it spreads around like fire? What if another Sprunki sees this and tells the cops?? What if another Sprunki that’s his friend see’s this and he is no longer friends with anyone???*

[flower-power1968]

Mentally, things havent been this bad since 2022 and feel like I cant reach out to anyone 🙃

[miraculouslumination]

I am all for assuming good faith, and interactions inherently stemming from such a place. However, sometimes I feel that there is a special flavor of underlying insult that comes with the way some people approach the topic of transphobia specific to transm&ms. You'll see someone start out with "well, yeah, of COURSE transmasc and trans men deserve to have a word and space to discuss their issues!" Which is great. It's supportive, it shows that they have an open mind, and are open to these discussions.

Then they sometimes follow it up, however, with a very loud "BUUUT" or "HOOOWEVER" or "ALTHOOOUGH". Now I'm left sitting there, absolutely befuddled. Thinking, why? Why does this conversation need to have so many caveats and takeaways?

It's never followed up by anything new, either. It's typically either, "BUT other trans people always have it worse. Forever and always doomed to be the universe's wettest most unfortunate little trans warriors." Or "HOWEVER, just don't go forgetting, little dumb trans boys, that you are at risk of falling for MISOGYNY by discussing your problems" or "ALTHOUGH, these problems are never AS bad as other trans groups. Just ignore the long history of suicide and erasure in your group! That...that doesn't count. That's not REAL suffering." Or something along those lines.

It's just this pattern of people making a complete statement "I believe that transmascs and trans men deserve a word and space to talk about their issues" before tacking on some comment that, in my opinion, undervalues their original statement a LOT.

And you never see this in other discussions of gender! At least, not in the broader world. You never see people warning enben and abinary people that "yeah but if you have your own word/space, JUST REMEMBER that you'll NEVER have it as bad as this OTHER GROUP"

Arguably, this is because we still live in a time where enben and abinary people are often hit with "you don't even exist at all so you can't POSSIBLY have your own UNIQUE issue", but I digress

Why is it that people seem to have this idea that if transmascs and trans men are allowed to have a word + space to talk about their issues, we'll just rapidly devolve into slobbering misogynistic wolves who are always looking for another woman - of any type - to rip and tear down because "BUT MYYYY PROBLEMS!!!"

Why? I mean. We all know why. It's unchecked prejudice and biases. But, still...why?? Why is it so hard to just leave it at "I believe that transmascs and trans men deserve their own word + space" without adding something else. It's a waste of breath, data, and time.

[gooeykit]

[starvemaxx1ng]

I'm actually going to do this yawl

[yanderehighschool-confessions]

my other yhs confession is that im a polyshipper and i think everyone should kiss. yes even the ppl who are bad for each other i love watching their dynamic. pain and violence and suffering and killing my beloved. does this make me a proshipper? i genuinely dont know bc i never understood what that term rlly meant. i want grian and yuki to kiss sam and then violently murder him. i want taurtis and grian to make out and fight physically and with words. i want chan and grian to kiss taurtis at the same time and not hate each other (even bond over loving him !). i want grian and majo ellen to kiss so so softly and sweetly and gently. and want salex to kiss taurtis before moving on. i want taurtis's s/o's to help him move on from salex while still honoring her memory. i want sam and yuki and maybe chan (and even ellen if theyre feelin jealous) to manipulate taurtis into feeling awful for loving again after his gf died. i want love and pain and happiness and fury and guilt and joy and betrayal and euphoria and. and. i want. i want. i want. i want.

so much. i want so, so much.

....funny thing is im also aroace so maybe im.just projecting and trying to feel Every Love Experience Ever even the bad ones vicariously thru these guys, and already "problematic" content and characters gives me the safe space i need for it???? i have no idea.

....apologies for the long ask i. dont know what happened there,

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