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twistedtoms · 1 day
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Dungeon kitties
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froganni · 3 days
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Shiny Duo Soul Eater AU, anyone? :D Scarlet Pearl just really matches the vibe with the anime tbh
Reblogs appreciated!
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consider supporting a disabled queer artist while they look for employment
( making a new post because traction is slowing down and i still very much need help ) the full story is in this post , but TLDR – i lost my job because my manager would no longer accommodate my disability . i’ve been super stressed ever since which is causing even more fibro flareups and that makes doing anything absolutely miserable . i’m looking for another job willing to accommodate me , but the two interviews i’ve been to haven’t exactly gone well . i’m still trying though ;;
in the meantime , i really need some help . i have a long list of things that i absolutely need , another TLDR – appointment copays , medicine + supplies , groceries , gas , and car insurance . all together it adds up to $500 - $600 just for a month of me doing the bare minimum to survive . please consider throwing a few dollars my way or requesting a commission ! a little bit goes a long way and makes more of a difference than you even know . if you can't help monetarily , please consider boosting this post so others who may be able to help monetarily will see it . thank you for reading !!!
p-yp-l c-sh-pp commissions post
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ottosbigtop · 2 days
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More of my ocssss look at them ok. Pose and expression practice and tbh just mostly Ger she’s just a funny little guy to draw.
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williamemmerson · 1 day
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[Volume Warning!] This behind-the-scenes video of the mirror transition scene from Saw IV is making me lose my mind
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onesidedradiostatic · 23 hours
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Katie would say 'Im not homophobic I just dont think its natural' ngl. Shed also call Tom the r slur a lot and insist disabled ppl should just 'try harder' and 'its their own fault'
Shed be in denial abt Voxs bisexuality trying to convince herself that hes not 'one of them queers' and go encourage Vox to date women while insisting him and Val have only platonically passionately made out and fcked bc they were curious
Also shed go 'Youre not gay everyone has those feelings abt those of the same gender, look I do too, but you must ignore it. See I didnt and thats why Im in hell' at some point ngl leaving everyone feeling a brand new emotion
Val is so confused, but makes a point to flirt with vox very openly around her and talk abt how many men hes fcked. Katie is disgusted and brings bug- sry I mean 'ANTI [f slur] MOTH' spray
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HELP I'M GONNA CRY?????
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hollowsart · 2 days
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Just rearranging some boxes, nothing to see~
:) ;)
slower version so you can read what Otto says:
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bogcreacher · 3 days
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I love circle! I love a blue!
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killercardiagn · 9 hours
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apotheoseity · 2 days
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Starting to believe The puzzle never solves Because it’s all…
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shochet · 2 days
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hi. here are the final scans of the collage project i made for my history of photography class. some of these i like, a lot of them were made on a time crunch and i really hate! but all that matters is they're done T_T
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yababaina but its my 3 favorite teachers from the tv series :3
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reimeichan · 19 hours
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I've been slowly learning to reclaim things that I love for myself. So many of my hobbies and passions are tainted by history: piano was forced upon me as a child and was a huge source of trauma by itself, dance was fun until my teacher started shit talking me about my weight, even photography sucks because it's something my parents enjoyed and god forbid I turn out anything like them.
But I'm teaching myself to decouple the past from these activities. I acknowledge the trauma associated with piano, and also that I miss playing pieces I enjoy. I allow myself time to hammer around when I can and to take breaks as long as I need to, to make the music making enjoyable in a way it never was for me as a child. I learn new dances from youtube, and giggle when I get the moves right. I still can't record myself, but I'm re-learning that my body shape has nothing to do with my ability. And while I still don't take a lot of pictures, the people around me do and I'm starting to associate picture taking with them instead of my parents. I guess this, too, is a part of healing.
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shoezuki · 2 days
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Earlier today i had my laptop open on my kitchen counter n it was open on a recipe but also jad a bunch of tabs for like. My fic shit. N my brother came n n was like 'what r u making?' N accidentally closed the recipe tab.
And it fucking opened to the next one which happened to jus be full of photos of extreme cases of frostbite and he fucking screamed
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uncle-dusknoir · 19 hours
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there's a lot of different ways that you can make cleanse tags. some make more powerful tags than others and some have different effects.
the way i learned, you need to let paper the 'charge' for a night or two (basically let it sit somewhere with a lot of type energy, or even just tape it to a type gem if you're in a pinch), tear or cut it into shape, and then draw the symbol on with something red.
they're more effective depending on the type energy it's imbued with and how personal the making was. the ideal cleanse tag with this method would involve having made the paper, tearing it into shape, and drawing the symbol in blood, but very obviously aunt rosie wasn't gonna have us do all that so we would usually just tear it into shape and use a red pen.
charging it with dark or ghost energy is obviously the most effective and arguably the easiest, but i've seen it done with other types. it's just more effective at warding off the types that're weak to it and less effective with other types. for some reason, dark- and ghost- charged tags don't have that, they just ward things off equally.
ghosts and ghost-types are the most strongly effected because of it's visual similarity to spell tags. they'll attempt to draw off the energy, get startled by the opposite effect, and flee. to most other pokemon it's just unsettling.
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pencilpat · 3 days
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In Any Form You Take - dukeceit
Scar positivity, mostly made for the purpose of comforting myself, but I wanted to share it as well. I hardly see media involving people with scars as gnarly as mine, so hopefully this can bring others comfort as well. The title is a reference to this song.
Read on Ao3 here
[Content warning for implied past self harm and current body image issues.]
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Remus sits splayed out on its bed, trying to act like it isn't waiting for something. Janus has, for the first time in the months they've been dating, agreed to stay the night in its room. He disappeared into the bathroom to change almost 30 minutes ago, and Remus would be lying if it said it wasn't worried. It turns over to look at the ceiling, making bored popping noises with its lips.
It doesn't blame Janus for any nervousness there may be, Janus hasn't been naked around... well, any of the sides for as long as it can remember. Remus can't place when it happened, but as Thomas grew up and Janus became more engrossed in his role, he started to cover up everything. Literally and metaphorically. Long sleeves and even gloves, at one point when they were a teen he even had a half mask on his face before everyone discovered his snake-like features.
Remus knows Janus must be getting into pyjamas, and the sound of shuffling indicates it doesn't have to speculate for very much longer. Janus cracks open the door slightly, just enough to see his face, his long hair down and swaying by his chin. "Remus?"
"Yeah, Janus? Everything okay in there?"
"Yes. I'm okay. I- I just need you to not act weird, okay? Can you promise?"
Remus sits up cross-legged, face scrunched up in confusion. It chuckles slightly, rolling its eyes. "All I ever do is act weird, but I can tone it down for ya."
"Remus, I'm serious."
It takes pause, blinking and tilting its head to the side softly. Janus's tone of voice is heavily somber and almost nervous, and it's not one that Remus hears often. "Uh, okay. I promise, no weirdness."
Janus takes in a deep breath, and the door opens. His hand falls from the knob and holds his own wrist anxiously, eyes refusing to make contact with a nervous attempt at a coy smile filling his features. "I- I know it's a lot, feel free to stare and ogle as long as you'd like." Janus's biting sarcasm feels completely toothless, and he can't quite make himself look at Remus's face. So, when its suddenly right in front of him, he startles and gasps quietly. But as he's pulling away, Remus is reaching towards him.
"Stare and act weird at you about this? What? Why would I be that mean?" Remus lets its hand hover between them as it waits for a sign that it's okay to touch. It tries not to look outwardly fascinated by the scars that cover its boyfriend's arms almost entirely, all thick and bumpy in varying shades of purple and white. Old, but definitely some nasty keloids.
"Remus you've done meaner things in your sleep, don't play with me." Janus laughs and it comes out strained. Cringing at himself, he barely feels present all of a sudden. Like he's floating. Dizzy, lightheaded. "I know you've seen scars before, though you only seem to have them for a short time when you do get them, but they... stayed on me." Janus rubs his own arm, horrifically textured no matter what he does, breathing out shakily. Remus is observing him silently, and Remus is never silent. It makes him terrified. "Sorry, I know they're gross, this was probably overstepping. It was wrong to assume you'd be okay with it, I can go back to my own-"
Remus's hands close the gap, and rests right there, directly touching his scars. "Nah, you assumed right, I don't mind one bit!" It smiles, sharp teeth gleaming at him. "The shit you've seen me touch and you thought I'd find you gross? Jan, that's so unintelligent that I barely recognize you." Janus is frozen in place, his eyes watching Remus's face as it touches his arm, running its hands over even the ones Janus won't let himself touch. A gentle smile fills its face, and it leans in to plant a kiss on Janus's cheek. "Certainly adds a bit of dramatic flair to one's body, huh?"
Janus feels tears in his eyes, glancing to the side as Remus kisses his scales. He can't seem to make words come out of his mouth, because if they did it would just be bashful apologies and humiliated proclamations of how ugly he is.
"Did someone tell you you were gross?" Remus asks, bizarrely quiet and soft compared to its usual self.
"God no, I'd rather die than show any of the others this. No, I did all the name calling myself, thank you very much."
Remus's arms wrap around him in a hug, gripping him tightly. "Well then tell that asshole to shut up for once, why don't you?" It buries its face into Janus's shoulder. "I will hunt down and eat anyone who ever says those things to you, and that includes you yourself!"
"Remus..." Janus can't help a light, comforted chuckle at the expression of violence. "You won't be eating anyone, down boy," he jokes, laughing even as he's sniffling.
Remus pulls back, gazing at him fondly. "You're really pretty, Janus. Scars included." Its eyes darken playfully. "And when I see a pretty boy I want him in my bed!" Remus suddenly swoops Janus up over its shoulder like a sack, making the smaller side yelp and cling to it upside down. Without time to adjust he's chucked haphazardly into a pile of pillows, wheezing out a laugh and covering his face.
"My god, you're so dumb. Fine then, bed me Mr. Duke," Janus dramatically throws a hand against his forehead and lays back as though on a fainting couch.
Remus cackles and throws itself on the pillows right beside him. "No offense, babe, but I'm exhausted and I'd rather just cuddle and feel up your sick ass battle wounds, if you'd let me. I can even scream dramatically and act like I stepped in horse shit if that'll validate your self flagellation!"
"Oh, how caring and noble an offer," Janus quips, rolling his eyes and cuddling against Remus's chest. They both laugh, and then go quiet, staring across at each other.
"Love you," Remus offers up.
"Love you too," Janus accepts, the room darkening as Remus wills it to and settling them into darkness for sleep.
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