#thanks. sorry. really stressed out

[iraprince]

so, hi, i'm ira. i stuck all those pages of some of my comics up there ^ bc maybe you have seen some of my stuff around

anyway. besides drawing a bunch of comics about me yelling, i do art as a living, and my main way of doing that (my very old, very ornery wacom tablet) seems to have finally kicked it, and i am really not prepared for it to do that. i have been trying to save up for an upgrade/replacement for a long time, and i just have never been able to get a foothold, and now it's become urgent

i can't really take on more work than what i already do day to day; i might try to take some small traditional commissions when i'm able (and you can join my commission mailing list if you want to get a heads up when that happens), but in the meantime a replacement just really does not feel in my reach on my own so i've set up a kofi donation goal too.

it sucks to have to do this; please don't feel obligated and only donate if you're 100% in a solid spot financially yourself. i have the goal set for the replacement i would have hoped to get, but any amount will really really help me out and i really appreciate it. thank you so much

[moonlume]

tumblr said draw something bad so I did but I'm mad I still didn't feel anything

[paimonial-rage]

powerlessness - lynette

[random writing event] - requested by anon | ((contains spoilers of arlecchino’s story quest))

She knew she shouldn’t be here. Father would not be happy if she found out. Lynette told herself it was only for the tea. It was good, after all, and quite novel too. This was the first time she heard of tea containing balled tapioca and being served cold. It was the only cafe in all of Fontaine. Still, if she had to be honest with herself, the unique tea paled in comparison to the real reason why she came.

“Oh, it’s you again!” You greeted with that familiar smile of yours. “Would you like to try a different one this time? The Strawberry Milk Tea is quite delicious.”

“Sure, that sounds nice,” she replied with a smile.

After paying, she took a seat at one of the tables placed inside the cafe, one that got her a good view of you dutifully making her order behind the counter. She made sure not to watch you overtly. It wouldn’t do any good to make you nervous. But in the corner of her eye, she couldn’t stop watching as you went about pouring tea from different pitchers and stirring different pots. You moved with grace as you always did.

Though Father called it “death,” in truth, you barely changed. The way you hummed while you worked was the same, as well as the way your eyes crinkled around the corners when you smiled. Even the way you moved your hands felt as if she had witnessed it time and time again. Everything you did was so… you. And yet, no longer were you the same person she once knew.

“Here’s your order, miss,” you called out as you placed her cup of tea, as well as a scone she did not order. But before she could argue, you winked with that cheeky smile of yours, “This one is on the house.”

You were already on your way behind the counter before she could refuse. After all, it was a lemon scone. Her favorite. That wasn’t something you should know, so how… She sighed and took a bite. There was no use putting much thought into it. She knew how Father’s flames worked. It burned away everything. So your gift was all by chance. That was all.

So if that was the case…

A tear fell. Then another.

How terrible she was for mourning you. She had no right. Though you would always smile so brightly at her, she couldn’t protect you. She wasn’t able to preserve your happiness. Before her eyes she watched as the House wore you down, inch by inch. Every day that passed the light in your eyes grew more and more dim. Then one day you broke.

And she could not do a thing.

In “death,” Father saved you. In “death,” you were resurrected back to life. You could smile now. You could sing. You could be anything you wanted to be. By all means, she should be happy. It was the best ending she could ask for, wasn’t it? But watching you here made her long for the person that’d always roll your eyes when she broke yet another machine, the you that’d laugh when she went in standby mode to escape. She wanted the you she grew up with. The you she loved.

“Miss, are you alright?” You asked, holding out a handkerchief.

Taking out one of her own, she nodded while wiping her eyes.

“I’m alright. Something got in my eye. You don’t need to worry about me,” she replied.

Her heart warmed by the way worry reflected so clearly in your eyes.

“Well… if there’s anything I can help you with, please let me know.”

Unable to deny your request, she found herself speaking before she even realized it. She couldn’t stop herself even if she wanted to.

“Are you happy here?”

Your expression scrunched in confusion as you pondered her question, but soon you came to your answer.

“Working here, you mean? Yes, I’m very happy here. Couldn’t ask for anywhere better to be.”

As you spoke, your eyes lit with life as a smile came to your face. It was undeniably the truth. So as much as her heart ached, she also couldn’t deny the relief that filled it as well.

“I’m glad.”

[starflungwaddledee]

this is a long shot and i'm sorry to ask, but if you don't mind, can mutuals (or contacts or regulars... just... this community) of mine who aren't jumping ship like... let me know? will any of us still be here? is it over? i'm trying to know if this really is it or what's... even happening. i hate to reassurance seek but i'm feeling pretty miserable and confused.

edit: felt like i was being really pitiful and fragile making this but everybody is being so nice to me and responding so patiently with all your thoughts and i'm in tears of gratitude thank you thank you thank you 💖

[corrodedcoughin]

Thinking about steddie future where they're both just average guys. No rockstars, no basketball players just two Normal men living a normal life because honestly? they deserve it. They deserve soft domesticity and happiness.

They both have jobs they like but don't love and they're happy with that. Eddie maybe becomes an electrician, working for someone else's company. His coworkers are chill, he gets to get out and work with his hands and that's more than he could have asked for. Steve is a physical therapist, or a manager in some business. He likes his team and the steady hours. He's not working for his dad which is a plus.

They buy a house together, that's not a mansion but it's not a trailer either. Steve does a lot of the dishes because Eddie hates it, hates the feeling of old food on the plates and cutlery. So Eddie will kiss Steve on the cheek and does the laundry because Steve fucking hates laundry. And sitting on the floor watching TV while he folds clothes is honestly sort of relaxing?? Love is doing the chores your partner hates.

Steve and Robin go out for brunch at least once a month, where they catch up and gossip for hours and hours and Steve comes home lighter with updates on Robin and Vickie. Eddie will have nightly phone calls with Wayne, where they talk and laugh and Eddie will eventually hand the phone over to Steve so he and Wayne can talk sports together. When he's in town Dustin will come over and stay in their spare room and they laugh and joke so much it's just like old times. They go over to Jeff's house for dinner on a semi regular basis, and it's nice having normal friends.

They adopt a very annoying cat who will climb all over them in bed and meow in their faces when they don't wake up to feed it breakfast in time. Steve will go for jogs on a Saturday morning, coming home to Eddie reading in bed. Some old western book Wayne recommended to him. There's a steaming cup of coffee waiting on their bedside tables that Eddie's prepared.

They take time off of work and go on a week long vacation because they can do that now. They do dorky touristy things and Eddie buys a mug to send to Wayne. Steve takes a lot of dorky photos of the two of them.

Idk they deserve to be normal and alive and happy with no upside down anymore <3

Oh I love this! I had actually been thinking about tradesman Eddie for a little bit I am so, so glad you’ve come up with this!

I can so completely see him learning a trade and just getting employed and put through his time by a small local employer! He has to go through his exams and that part of it worries him when he first gets the job but his team end up being really supportive and Steve stays up late with him, practicing circuits and wiring and quizzing him on currents and volts. Eddie returning the favour, letting Steve mark up his muscles and be a living anatomy dummy. Sure it gets a little sexy from time to time but more often than not it’s just them testing each other as Steve identifies bones and Eddie talks about parallel circuits.

The monthly brunches mentally and physically revive Steve after working extended hours with patients that he really does want the best for but a jobs a job and it can get pretty tiring. They joke that they rebalance each others chakras but they really do feel realigned after their meet ups. Eddie can see it to, sometimes he’ll come pick them up when it’s been a boozy brunch and delights in seeing them happy and light, clambering over each other to tell Eddie something about one of the waiters or an especially good dish they ordered. When he drops Robin home Steve sits in the front and looks at peace and Eddie feels the same way.

Their weekends are for them, sometimes that means staying home and cleaning the whole place between ordering food in and sometimes that means going on a day trip and taking Wayne around all the antique spots around the county and seeing what horrors they can uncover. Top spot currently sits with Wayne’s find of a doll whose limbs had been replaced with horse legs and had the head of a fish. Of course they bought it.

Every time they go on a holiday they make sure to send postcards to everyone, including themselves, seeing if they’ll get home before the postcard does. Steve keeps them in a photo album, each with a Polaroid of them next to it. Sometimes taken by a stranger, sometimes just a close up of their faces squashed together. It’s Eddie’s favourite thing to go through on their anniversary, or any day really, just loves being reminded that this is the life they get to have.

It’s mundane, dare say even normal, but they love it. Steve comes home every night, happy to put his scrubs in the washing machine next to Eddie’s uniform, happy to be where he feels loved.

[cinnasaur]

augh my phone was just cut off and i'm freaking out a little cuz i have no money left til friday, plus i still need syringes for my hormones and i owe my doctor $40 and i'm hungry ):

i was approved for disability but it looks like i won't be actually getting anything from it til at least the end of September, and i just don't know what to do in the meantime...

if i could please ask for help just a bit longer, i hopefully won't have to keep asking so much soon.

i am setting a new goal of $200 to cover this stuff, but for now i just need $40 to get phone service back and then however much anyone might be able to spare to help me get food.

reblogs would help a lot too! thank you so much again for your patience and support, it means the world to me

[deus-ex-mona]

i miss her…

[spaceratprodigy]

✏ WIP Whenever ✏

Thank you for the tags @captastra @darkfire1177 @the-lastcall @hibernationsuit 💖💕

Haven't been working on too much personal art lately so not many new things to share

Have a lil sneaky peeky at these tiny sketches for the next few faith and max smoochy prompts in my ask box tho :]

open tag to anyone who wants to jump in!

[ssreeder]

Sorry if you’ve answered this before but do you have any idea of how many chapters into the fire will end up being or how the ending will pan out? (Also I love you and the world you’ve created thanks for being awesome <333)

I have answered this before, but I feel it changes day to day lol… ITF is about ummm halfway? It will absolutely be the largest fic of the three, but it has to be in order to bring this thing to a proper close. I could realistically do a fourth book but fuck it I am sticking to the original plan of three. I have the ending completely planned and most of the epilogue figured out as well… I will admit the only thing I don’t have completely planned out is the nitty-gritty details that tend to unfold as the story happens? So as the battle begins who knows how characters will react or what emotions will come up so I like to keep things loose with that to give the characters room to breathe.

But yeah! I do have an ending and I have all the MAJOR events planned, so any twists & turns along the way are already set in motion :)

(I love you thank you for sending me this ask you’re amazing)

[pixlmonkeys]

I say this with the deepest sense of hatred imaginable, fuck this article

[chimerical-waters]

Where has the fishboy gone? Is he dead? D:

"It's been a while...Sorry for the silence."

(( Chi and Rozy are now available to answer asks.))

[coquelicoq]

after spending the last week very stressed out and losing sleep over how much i regretted giving my number to a stranger, and after talking to several friends who all gave me the same very wise advice ("decide first what YOU want out of this and make decisions based on that" sounds obvious now but honestly blew my mind), i saw food truck man again today and he asked me if i have a boyfriend, told me he's all alone, hugged me twice, and tried to kiss me. i texted him after to be like just to be clear, i don't want a boyfriend, but i hope you find somebody! and he texted me back: i don't need a girlfriend. i'm married.

[cyberdragoninfinity]

This is petty but it was always a bit weird to me that zexal got the reputation of "the one with aliens". like, technically not wrong i guess but it's more like this honestly really cool hell/heaven motif. more importantly, we do have a yugioh anime with actual aliens, it's called GX sjgisghej

you use this i think

[tvrningout]

i’m starting to get a lil bit more settled since this is my last week at my old job and have worked a bit at my new job — thank you for being patient with me as always!! i promise i’ll be properly around soon, and pls know i’m itching to write and talk with y’all 💜

[egginfroggin]

How would Ingo react to Emmet if this were a mix of Pandemonic Paradise and Illusory Lives ?

Honestly, I'm not sure.

Thoughts of throttling Kamado might pass through his head.

He'd absolutely be heartbroken, though, upon finding out that his little brother died twice, presumably -- then a bit more relieved to find that he's just stuck in the Distortion World.

Still very, very guilt-ridden, though.

And honestly, I'm not sure if Volo would be in one piece in this variant of things, considering the fact that Zoroark Emmet going to bite his hand in chapter one would probably just result in the entire appendage coming off, leaving Volo short five digits and a palm. Very messy.

So, I'd say that Ingo would still be relieved to find out that Emmet is still alive (in a sense), but would feel an immense amount of guilt at the fact that Emmet died in the first place.

(Kamado gets punched, maybe, Ingo's filter is failing and so is his ability to self-govern, he desperately needs to sleep and destress, and he's already socked one person in the face, so what's one more)

Thank you for the ask, Anon! I hope that this answered your question, and I hope you have a good day. :>

EDIT: also, I am so sorry, I received this ask in like December or November or something, so I cannot remember which post exactly you're referring to. Very sorry.

[fantastic-mr-corvid]

last years pride i had a sexuality crisis and this year a few days later im having a gender one. fuck.