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[keydekyie]

The Summer Road

The Moth and the Bear III

❈ Traveling through the wilds of Kellabor with a monster hasn't been easy, but at least it isn't boring! ❈

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a picture of a cute dog: ❤

[then-be-a-warrior]

Almost 100,000 likes!!!!!

[altocat]

Holy shit I've gotten like fifty new followers in the last 24 hours. I'm glad everyone is congregating to watch shit explode.

[pumpkinsouppe]

Here’s one of the pieces I did for the @tgaacspringzine (great ace attorney spring zine)! I will post the piece of merch I worked on tomorrow!

The zine is all digital and all free :) you can find the link to the google drive below!

[v-albion]

Gentle reminder that you are a wonderful human being and you could do the stupidest thing ever and people would still like you and I don't know if or what you're struggling with but I hope you know you are loved and I hope you get through it if something is. If not, that's awesome! Still applies to you. Take care of yourself. Have a wonderful day/night <3

THANK YOU FOR THE SWEET MESSAGES

They always made my day!

@diona-98 @artistheworld @animal-lover-forever

[cataztrophi]

TAZ November Celebration 15: Silly/One

And that's the month, folks! I've learned so much doing @taznovembercelebration, it's the first time I've done an event like this and I'm really proud I met my goal! It's been awesome seeing the great work everyone else has been doing! For my 15th and final entry, I got "silly," then drew "one" to get more direction. This was surprisingly difficult to get started with, and I tried a few ideas that I might develop later, but I'm really happy with what I made once I got going on the idea I liked! This one is a little ridiculous, and I tried to lean into the taakitz dumbass energy, which I hope I captured well.

Taako was never one to believe in unbreakable rules. Generally, he felt most rules, codes, and laws could be broken if you had a good enough reason. Sometimes you didn’t even need that. If he were forced to name any rules that he felt were truly unbreakable, he would have two: one, no matter what the recipe says, use more garlic. And two, when the Timewarp comes on your Spotify playlist, you do the fucking Timewarp. Yes, you had to do the moves, and yes, that included if you were in the middle of making a lemon cake with Swiss meringue buttercream.

Taako was thoroughly enjoying himself as he slid his Swiss meringue into the fridge to cool, then executed an enthusiastic jump to the left to gather his dry ingredients for the cake. He had a rare day off work, he was doing what he loved, and he could sing at the top of his lungs because he knew his downstairs neighbor wasn’t home yet. 

He wiggled around in a circle with the dry mixture in his hands, belting out the end of the chorus.

“That really drives you insa- FUCK!” The bowl clattered to the floor as he turned around and saw someone standing in the door to his kitchen. Flour, sugar, and all the rest of it exploded over every surface, including the nice shiny shoes and perfectly-creased slacks of his visitor. It was Kravitz. Of course it was.

Taako scrambled to pull his phone out of his pocket and pause his music, his heart still pounding from the shock.

“Kravitz,” he gasped out, “I thought you worked till six.”

Kravitz, as always, looked perfect, with his handsome face and his all-black suit and his long dreads pulled up in a knot behind his head. He also looked completely stunned, which Taako couldn’t blame him for, since he’d just witnessed his trainwreck of a sing-along followed by a catastrophic baking failure. 

“They just changed my schedule,” he said after a moment, his expression turning sheepish. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt. Here, let me–” He stooped down to retrieve Taako’s mixing bowl–thank the gods he’d been using a metal one.

“Fuck, you don’t have to-” He was hot from embarrassment and itchy from his new flour coating.

Kravitz straightened up and set the mixing bowl on the table. He looked Taako over, eyes lingering a little, which Taako hoped was because he was wearing a very short pair of running shorts he’d had since high school, but was more likely because he looked like some sort of feral snow creature.

“I… are you okay?” Kravitz asked.

Taako nodded. “Yep! Right as rain, my dude! Right as grain? No, that’s nothing.” Kravitz laughed, probably out of pity more than anything, but at this point Taako would take it.

“I’m sorry I startled you.” Why did he get to have the softest fucking voice on the planet? And why was he allowed to direct it at vulnerable people like Taako, at this, the worst moment of his life thus far?

“Oh, I knew you were there,” he said with faux nonchalance, leaning against the refrigerator.

Kravitz raised his eyebrows. “You did."

“What, you didn’t like my little one man show?”

He grinned. “No, it was- it was really impressive.”

“You should see what else my hips can do.” He smirked as he watched Kravitz’s eyes go wide. He was definitely looking at the shorts now.

“I… um, I have your mail!” he announced. Gods he was cute.

Taako raised an eyebrow, having fun teasing him. “Are you holding it for ransom or something? Cause I’m not not into it.”

“No I-” he stopped. “Isn’t that a crime?”

He shrugged. “Crime can be hot.”

“Mail crime?”

“I prefer males, yeah.”

Kravitz snorted. “You’re the worst.”

“My kitchen’s covered in shit, I’ve earned it.”

“Anyway.” Not to be derailed this time, Kravitz pulled several envelopes from the pocket of his suit jacket. “Some of your mail got addressed to apartment one instead of apartment two again. Where should I put these?”

“Just find the least floured surface.”

“Right.” He set them down on the countertop nearest the door. “Can I help you clean this up since I helped cause it?”

Taako crossed his arms. “I told you, that was intentional. When they put me on Broadway I’m gonna use glitter.”

“Oh, fuck, that would be the worst,” Kravitz laughed. 

“Gonna drop ten tons of it from the ceiling.” 

“The cleaning staff would hate you!”

Taako was laughing too, now. “The whole fucking world would hate me, my man! The world’s first completely unifying issue: fuck that guy with the glitter!”

They took a moment to catch their breath, and Kravitz sighed. “Please let me help you with this.”

Taako waved a hand, dismissing the request. “Nah, the kitchen’s too small anyway. We’d just be bumping into each other.”

“That’s not such a bad thing.”

His heart lurched. He’d been flirting with Kravitz for weeks now, but this was the first time he’d taken the initiative. Was that… was there a chance he was interested? Not just flirting for fun?

“Maybe not,” he said, his mouth suddenly dry. “You are gonna want to change, though, it’s gonna be bad enough getting flour out of your pants.”

A grin spread across Kravitz’s face. “I’ll be back in a minute.” He turned and left the apartment, and Taako spent a moment leaning against the counter, just breathing. 

He shouldn’t get his hopes up. Chances were Kravitz was just having fun, and so was he, but gods, Taako hadn’t felt like this in a while. Even longer since he’d fallen for someone this kind, or talented, or–

Taako pushed himself away from the counter and took a look at the mail Kravitz had brought him. That was a bill, that was a bill, that was a request for donations he couldn’t help with, bill— wait. Mixed in with the envelopes was a small sheet of lined paper, with a letterhead from the company Kravitz worked  for. There were some messy notes scribbled on it in Kravitz’s handwriting.

He wasn’t going to look at it, just give it to Kravitz when he got back.

The notes were divided into an introduction, body, and conclusion. In the introduction section, Kravitz had written, “tell him what you like about him: handsome, funny, smart, great cook, nice to see every day.”

He should stop reading. This was clearly something private, and he didn’t want to intrude, or for that matter, have it confirmed that Kravitz was interested in someone else. Someone at work, it looked like, which was fine. Great, even. 

“Taako, I think I–” Kravitz skidded into his apartment, wearing work jeans and no shoes, a panicked expression on his face. His gaze fell on the note in Taako’s hands. “Oh. You saw, then.”

Fuck. “Krav, I didn’t mean-”

“I just didn’t know how to tell you,” he said in a rush. “This… uh… wasn’t my top choice, though.”

Taako took a deep breath. This was fine. This was absolutely okay, and definitely not a collapsing five-tiered cake of a day.

“Hey, this afternoon hasn’t been great,” he said finally. “Do you want to just… have a do-over?”

Kravitz let out a sigh of relief. “That would be great, actually.”

Taako handed him the note. “So I didn’t see this, and you didn’t see…” he gestured towards the floury mess of his kitchen. “All that….”

He took a step back, brushed the worst of the flour off his apron, and said, “Hey, Krav! How was work?”

“Fine,” he said, biting back a smile. “How was your day?”

“There’s shit all over my kitchen,” Taako said. 

Kravitz laughed quietly, then looked down at the note still in his hand. “Okay. Um, Taako, I think you’re handsome, and funny, and smart, and–”

Taako’s heart skipped a beat. Actually, it skipped several. To be completely honest, it felt like it jumped down a flight of stairs. “Wait.”

Kravitz looked up, alarmed. “Are you… I thought-”

“Are you asking me out?”

He blinked. “What did you think the note was about?”

Taako considered this for a moment. “I’d rather not say.”

“Okay, I’ll… try not to be concerned about that. Um, should I go on, or…?”

“Do you… is it like, important for you to finish, for self-actualization or something?”

Kravitz grimaced. “Honestly I’d prefer to just know. I kind of feel like I’m dying right now.”

“Oh! I mean, hell yeah, my dude! Let’s do it!”

“Okay!” Kravitz’s face lit up, and Taako could feel an answering grin spread across his own face. “We should, uh, probably get this flour cleaned up first.”

Taako snorted. “Oh yeah, cha’boy’s not dealing with that at midnight.” He cast a sidelong glance at Kravitz. “Or tomorrow morning.”

Kravitz’s eyebrows shot up. “Uh. Do you have a broom?”

“Right over there, handsome.”

[datura-tea]

hi guys thank you thank you for participating in ulysses week 2022!! everyone did so well 💖 the official week may be over, but if you have more ulysses stuff to post, please go ahead and use the ulyssesweek2022 tag! i'll still be checking it now and then :)

[missingn000]

[mischiefesse]

WOAHHHHH!!!! THANK YOU EVERYONE! I'M SO HAPPY TO HAVE HIT SUCH A BIG NUMBER I NEVER WOULD'VE EVEN DREAMED OF YHIS!!! THANK YOU ALL SOSOSOSOSOSOSOS SOOOOO MUCH!

[thelongestwalk]

thanks to @solasyr @vauxphantasma @izzelikesunday (on twt) @kaaladins and @julnites for letting me borrow their babies for warmups!! had fun and went overboard as usual, i love all these designs <3

[eowynstwin]

Sweet baby JESUS y’all must like me or something!!!

[tonberry-yoda]

hey cuties and patooties and everything upside down and in between!!!

first, i want to apologize that ive been a little inactive lately, especially with writing

i have been busier than ever lately, so writing has kind of been the last thing on my mind. (also ive gotten really back into reading so that always puts me on a big pause lol)

i want to thank everyone who has sent in requests and im sorry all of them are taking so long.

which leads me to this

my requests are going to be closed for now!

i really want to get to my current requests and ive just had some flood in (they're all great btw)

you can check my current requests on my pinned post here!

thanks for being so understanding and kind you guys and again, i apologize for the lack of writing

happy spooky season and expect some more posting from me for the next couple of days because i should be back!!!!

i hope everyone has a great day and stays hydrated!!!! <33333

[heyzeil]

@kylievershion YOU WERE MY 500TH LIKE HFJDJDKMXJXX THANK YOUUUU!! <3

and thank you ofc to everyone else who liked my posts as well! <3

[i23kazu]

how i feel when someone reblogs my stuff with a really really nice tag

[beepboopappreciation]

Is this anything

[stil-lindigo]

lead balloon (the tumblr post that saved me)

if this comic resonated with you, it would mean the world to me if you donated to this palestinian family's escape fund.

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no creative notes because this isn't that kind of comic.

I know I don’t owe any of you anything but I still felt compelled to write about my long term absence. And I feel far enough away from the dangerous spot I was in to be able to make this comic. I have a therapist now, and she agreed that making this could be a very cathartic gesture, and the start of properly leaving these thoughts behind me. I am still, at seemingly random times, blindsided by fleeting desires to kill myself. They’re always passing urges, but it’s disarming, and uncomfortable. I worry sometimes that my brain’s spent so long thinking only about suicide that it’s forgotten how to think about anything else. Like, now that I've opened that door for myself, I'll never be able to fully shut it again. But I’m trying my best to encourage my mind in other directions. We'll see how that goes.

I am still donating all proceeds from my store to Palestinian causes. So far, I've donated over $15K, not including donations coming from my own pocket or the fundraising streams which jointly raised around $10K. In the time since I made my initial post about where this money would be going, the focus has shifted from aid organisations to directly donating to escape funds.

If you'd like to do the same, you can look at Operation Olive Branch, which hosts hundreds of Palestinian escape funds or donate to Safebow, which has helped facilitate the safe crossing and securing of important medical procedures for over 150 at-risk palestinians since the beginning of the genocide.