#Intro To Filmmaking

[superecolo]

"You let your own father bleed out...? Why??" "He stood in the way of my ambitions."

[emilythedog661-tf2]

Introduction to Me (The Pin Post)

Hello! My name is Emily and i do SFM Posters as well as sometimes art i draw on my tablet

i am always open for SFM requests so if you have a request, go to where it says 'Ask for SFM Requests Here' and send in your Request

The main posts you will see on my account are -

- Bush Medicine

- Helmet Party

- All the Mercenaries

- Other TF2 Characters (E.G. Miss.Pauling, The Adminatrator and ETC)

- Emily the Red and White Electric Cat (My OC and the RED's 10th Class) and Wolfie the Husky (BLU's 10th Class)

- and other random things (E.G. Links to Fanfics, Drawing, TF2 moments i experienced in game, TF2 Videos and Random Stuff)

Then for SFM Requests, i will do -

- Bush Medicive

- Helmet Party

- FlashFire

- Bomb Voyage

- Any other Ship (Except for Maggot Bear or Russian Raccoon)

- The Mercs Bonding with My Cat Character, Emily or with Wolfie The Husky

- Descriptions of the Mercs doing random things (E.G. being different classes, Defending each other, Having a Group Hug and etc)

- Poses (Either Meme poses, couple poses or Single person poses)

- Emily and/or Wolfie doing things (E.G. battling robots, playing together, sleeping and etc)

- My other OC (e.g. Robin the Robot, Winnie the Witch, Heavy's Girlfriend, Sylvia and her Sister, Jody, Medic and Sniper's Daughter, Lucy, Engineer and Soldier's Son, JD and others)

That's all and some other things to point out -

- when writing in the asks, please keep it as simple as possible as if you write a long paragraph of something persific, i will turn my brain off and make something that i choose from the first paragraph.

- if you like to draw either Emily, Wolfie or any other oc character i create, first ask me and then tag me when it's done as i want to see it 😊.

- when you do tag me in stuff, make sure that it's TF2 related, of my favourite ships or of fanart of my cat character, don't tag me in things that don't relate to those things as i'm not interested in them and this account is specifically for TF2.

- My SFM Pictures isn't as good as some better SFM artists on here or anywhere else but i am getting better each day.

- don't be mean to me or anyone else in the comments, we are all kind and respectful here and if you are mean, your comment will be deleted.

That's all for now and i'll see you all soon or later 😋

[raccpawz]

INTRO POST! 🐾

hii i'm rocket, i go by it/he, i'm a seventeen y/o queer boy-thing from england studying film :]

things i luuurv include: film/filmmaking pre-2000s music writing/roleplaying hannibal (nbc) animals

dni: under 14, usual criteria

i have a lot of interests that would likey clog up this post and i don't want it to be too long, so i'll try include specifics in the tags, but feel free to ask me abt my passions n stuff :3

[ch4rdust]

INTRO !!

Hi ! I’m Charlie (she/her) I’m a 18 year old aspiring screenwriter and hobby artist and I literally never remember to touch this site so maybe doing an intro would mean I get motivated to use it.

I’m into several different medias (Tyler the creator, fear and hunger, Scott pilgrim, ace attorney, I have no mouth and I must scream to name a few), but I typically only post/draw my Ocs, however ! If you ever want to reach out and talk about anything relating to that I’m also open to it !

uhh basic DNI don’t be weird don’t be creepy (also I’m not comfortable messaging with anyone under 15)

I’ll edit this message with my updated carrd soon but for right now my insta (where all my links are and I’m the most active are) is here !: https://www.instagram.com/chxrxpng?igsh=YW9rbTEyOWdsY2J1

I’ve also attached some of my most recent pieces 🫶🏼 take care !

[psqqa]

i refuse to believe any other rock musicians have the vaguest shred of respect for the gavinners. not for whatever musical abilities and sensibilities they may or may not have, but because of the whole shilling for the police thing. also. the name.

[feralratsounds]

I am so annoyed

Anywho hello its Jester, this is my new account due to trouble with my old one. I'm a feral artist, gender anarchist, skateboarding rat. And all around weirdo. Hello!

[cinephilemanv]

Oisín

Intro—

- He/Him

- Bi

- Belfast

Hey, I'm Oisín, a teenager from Belfast. I review films on here and talk abt my physical media collection. Im also an aspiring screenwriter and director and hope to go on and study film in uni. My top 4 films are Guillermo del Toro's Pinocchio, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Asteroid City, and Star Wars: The Empire Strikes Back. I love going to the cinema and charity shopping. My favourite music artists are The Smiths, Mitski, and Lana del Rey.

Looking for moots!

[bopipop]

intro post!

hiii pookies my name is pip, im eighteen and currently live in germany! i love zines, cartoons, gouache, dnd and filmmaking.

im studying: ASL, and french at the moment so if ur looking for someone to practice with im ur guy hehe

pronouns r she/they | lets be friends!!! 🍐🩰🫖🍞

[panchromafilms]

Introduction Post

Hi! I’m Edda (they/he/she). I’m a Student Camera Operator and (aspiring) Director of Photography! This is my blog for movie related items and cinematography. I work on a lot of projects and will be posting about them here, alongside anecdotes from my life on student sets.

My other social media is:

Feel free to follow me there!

DNI:

TERFs

NAZIS/FASCISTS/BIGOTS

MAPs

Anyone who wants to be rude, really.

[emilythedog661-tf2]

Since my SFM pics are getting popular...

I thought i'll introduce myself since there is a lot of new people on this platform

Hi, i'm emily, i'm a sfm artist and i make Bush Medicine, Helmet Party and TF2 SFMs

i have loads of picture on my account of mainly Bush medicine SFM art but i also have helmet party art and all mercenary art too

i started posting SFM back in 2016-2018 then i just disappeared as i got distracted by other things but i was still around

i also post pics of my cat character too as she's my oc of this channel and i have loads of drawings of her on this account

if you have a suggestion on a TF2 SFM pic that is Bush Medicine, Helmet Party, Flash Fire, Scout x Miss Pauling, Support Sandwich or anything else. send me a request though my messages or my asks and i'll do them (note - i won't do oktoberfest, sniper x spy, speeding bullet or solder x zhanna as i don't like those ships)

i also do art too and i have posted some drawings on here of the TF2 mercs as dogs, i do headcannons and ideas i have of my favorite ships and other stuff

so i hope to see you soon with some new SFM pictures and i want you all to call me 'the princess of BushMedicine' as i love the ship so much i crowned myself the princess of the ship (i'm not a queen as that title went to someone else)

[theteethofbeauty]

hi!! my name is whimsy (or whim) and this blog is for a film i hope to make in the future! I will post ideas and character info, as well as general information about the story and reblog things that make me think of my story :3

If you have any questions about my story or its characters please ask!! i love to talk about it :D

Header by Hanna Wainio <3

[averyfilms]

intro

hi my name is avery, i like photography, making videos, and nature. this is a blog for everything i film and publish. a sort of digital portfolio

this is the link to my youtube channel where you can find my work

[santaasi]

lens flare

pairing: film director!james potter x actress!reader

summary: a sharp-tongued actress and a sleep-deprived filmmaker collide in the haze of student films, where chaos meets chemistry—and neither of them can call it just art anymore

warnings: slow burn, no use of y/n, english isn’t my first language

word count: 2.4k

a/n: as promised, another drop of Muse — this time, it’s where it all begins: James meets her. sparks, snark, and a little chaos. I’m already cooking up the next bits, so don’t wander too far.

ᯓ★ now playing…

novo amor - anchor

YOU WERE SPRAWLED AGAINST THE COLD BRICK WALL LIKE YOU BELONGED THERE — half sculpture, half threat — flipping through your monologue with the kind of disinterest that made it clear: you were too good for this class, and absolutely bored out of your mind by it.

Your boots were scuffed, your black coat slouched off one shoulder, and your expression was unreadable — the kind of look that made people pause, stare too long, and immediately wish they hadn’t. You had that energy: the don’t-touch, might-bite, velvet-gloved menace. The professors called it “difficult.” You called it honest.

James Potter was late. Typical. Golden boy of the lens, the chosen one of the film department, darling of every professor who wanted a slice of his inevitable fame. You could practically hear the academic bootlicking echo in the halls.

He arrived like a storm half-contained, bag slung over one shoulder, zipper gaping like it had better places to be. His hair was doing that artful chaos thing — possibly by accident, possibly by design. There were dark shadows under his eyes, bruises gifted by insomnia and the weight of too many unfinished scripts. He looked like he hadn’t slept in three days and had filmed through all of them.

You clocked him immediately: the film kid. Addicted to caffeine and the thrill of a perfect shot. The type to fall in love with lighting, to lose sleep over framing. His fingers twitched like they were hunting for a camera, like every second without one was a moment wasted.

He was scanning the crowd, eyes darting like he was looking for a lifeboat in a sea of mediocrity.

Then he saw you.

You didn’t move.

“Is this the line for Film School Disillusionment Anonymous?” he asked, voice low, tentative. Almost charming. Almost.

You glanced up, slow and deliberate, a queen granting an audience. Your eyes flicked over him like a razor.

“No,” you said, voice laced with velvet and venom. “This is the line for ‘Everyone Here Thinks They’re Scorsese But Can’t Even Balance a Tripod.’”

A beat. Then another.

His grin unfurled — lazy, amused, but there was something softer behind it too. Like he knew he’d just found trouble and wasn’t sure if he wanted to run from it or get closer. The best kind of danger.

He laughed, quick and surprised, like your voice had jolted him awake. “Harsh.”

You tilted your head just slightly, your voice smooth like silk pulled over knives. “True.”

He shifted his weight, one foot back like he might leave — but didn’t. “You waiting for Intro to Cinematic Language?”

“No,” you said, eyes flicking back down to your monologue. “I’m waiting for death. But I’ll settle for poorly lit documentaries and secondhand existential dread.”

He laughed again, fuller this time. There was warmth in it — unforced, a little charmed. “So you are in the course.”

You shrugged one shoulder, deliberately careless. “I’m an actor. I only show up when it’s mandatory or when I feel like giving someone a complex.”

That made him blink — caught off guard and clearly intrigued. He looked at you like you were something he hadn’t expected to find, and wasn’t quite sure he deserved to.

“You good?” he asked, quieter now. Less teasing. More... interested.

You looked up again, slower this time. Let your eyes meet his. He didn’t look away.

“I’m the best in my year,” you said simply. Not arrogant — just factual. A truth you were used to people ignoring.

He smiled. A little crooked, a little careful. “Confident.”

“Earned,” you said.

There was a pause — long enough to be uncomfortable, but neither of you filled it.

He stood there, like he wasn’t sure if he should sit down or say something else or just keep looking at you. You felt it then, just a flicker — a pull in your chest you didn’t like. A small, unwelcome ache that told you: Don’t let him leave yet.

So you flipped the page of your monologue but didn’t read it. You didn’t look at him either, but you spoke again.

“You’re the guy, right? Potter. Everyone wants to be in your films.”

He raised an eyebrow. “You don’t?”

“I don’t audition for people who don’t cast me,” you said, voice razor-edged but smooth. Like the words had been practiced. Maybe they had.

His expression shifted. He was studying you now, really studying you — not just your face, but something behind it.

“I haven’t held auditions yet,” he said, quiet. “But I know who you are.”

You finally glanced up, wary. “Do you.”

“Yeah.” A small smile. “You’re the girl who makes professors nervous.”

A pause. Your lips quirked — just a little. Almost a smile. Almost.

“Good,” you said. “They bore me.”

You turned your attention back to your script, as if he didn’t matter, as if you hadn’t already memorized the shape of his voice. But the air between you felt different now. Thicker.

He didn’t leave. And you didn’t ask him to.

The hallway buzzed with idle noise — students shifting bags, someone coughing too dramatically, the hum of fluorescent lights. But between you and him, there was a sudden stillness. Like a breath held too long.

He studied you for a second longer, eyes catching on the way you held your script like it bored you, like it was beneath you, like you might crumple it or set it on fire just to feel something. He looked at you the way someone might look at the edge of a rooftop — not scared, but aware. Tempted.

Then he nodded, slow, like something had just clicked. Like he’d figured out the shape of a puzzle piece he hadn’t realized he was missing.

“Do you do shorts?” he asked.

You blinked. “Do I what?”

“Short films,” he clarified, scratching the back of his neck like he wasn’t used to talking without a camera buffer. “I mean– I’m a director. Or... trying to be. I shoot a lot. I’m always looking for–”

“A muse?” you cut in, the word slicing through the air like broken glass. Dismissive. Dangerous.

He flinched — not in the way most boys did around you, not out of shame or retreat, but something quieter. Like you’d just touched a bruise he forgot he had.

“No,” he said, his voice softer, almost reverent. “A spark.”

You stared at him. Hard. The silence stretched, electric and unyielding. That was a stupid line. Maybe the stupidest you’d ever heard. So earnest it was almost embarrassing.

And yet–

“Jesus,” you muttered under your breath. “You’re serious.”

He looked like he wanted to laugh it off, but didn’t. Instead, he stood there in that soft vulnerability, wearing it like an open wound. He didn’t posture. Didn’t pretend. Just looked at you like you were already part of something he was building in his head.

“Would you ever want to be in something I shoot?” he asked.

Your head tilted, slow and catlike. Curious, but not inviting. Your eyes narrowed, calculating — not in a cruel way, but in the way someone does when they’ve been offered one too many promises that turned out hollow. You were the type who didn’t say yes to just anyone. Especially not boys who talked about sparks like they meant it.

“Let me guess,” you said. “No script. No funding. Lighting by desk lamp and the dim glow of desperation.”

He grinned, something crooked and self-aware curling at the edge of his mouth. “No desk,” he replied, and you hated that it made your lips twitch.

You snorted, sharp, involuntary. “And what, I’m supposed to say yes because you think I’ve got a spark?”

“No,” he said. “You’re supposed to say yes because you want to burn something down with it.”

And there it was.

That flicker.

The temperature changed. The space between you warmed like someone had lit a match and held it too close to your skin. Not enough to blister. Just enough to notice.

Something inside your chest stirred, low and reluctant. A quiet part of you you’d learned to ignore — something that leaned in when you wanted to lean away.

You dropped your gaze back to your monologue, but the words had stopped making sense. Letters blurred, lines floated. You weren’t really reading anymore.

He hadn’t moved. And still, you didn’t tell him to go.

It wasn’t the line. It wasn’t even his voice, though it had a kind of raw, unfiltered warmth that caught on the air like smoke.

It was the weight of what he meant. The stillness behind it. The way he wasn’t flirting, not really — he wasn’t trying to impress you with clever words or movie quotes or whatever boys like him usually lob at girls like you.

No. He was offering you something quieter. A mirror. A lens. A chance to be seen in sharp, honest focus.

You stared at him a beat too long, your gaze fixed and unreadable, your mouth curved into something dangerous — half-smirk, half-warning. Like you were both amused and armed. Like he’d wandered too close to something wild and sleek and waiting.

Then, without a word, you pushed off the wall.

Smooth. Unhurried. Feline.

Your body moved like it already owned the hallway. Your boots echoed against the tile, your bag slung over one shoulder with a kind of practiced elegance that said: I didn’t come here to be chosen. I came to make you regret not choosing me sooner.

As you brushed past him, close enough that your jacket ghosted the sleeve of his hoodie, you let the scent of your perfume trail behind — something heady and dark, like amber lit with ash.

You didn’t look at him. Not really. But your voice followed the movement, low and silken, sharp enough to draw blood:

“You’d better write fast, director.”

The word tasted like velvet and threat in your mouth.

He didn’t answer. Didn’t move. But you felt it — the heat of his eyes on the back of your neck. The way silence bloomed between you like a storm cloud just starting to form.

That was the first time.

You should’ve walked away. Let the moment fizzle, let the tension crackle and fade.

You definitely shouldn’t have shown up to his dorm three days later.

But you did.

You knocked like it meant nothing. And he opened the door like he’d been waiting. Like he knew it would be you.

The place was exactly what you’d expected: cramped, messy in a charming way, too many coffee mugs and half-charged camera batteries, the air thick with the smell of stale takeout and worn books and the citrus-clean scent of him. Scripts were pinned up like prayer scrolls on the wall, half-finished storyboards scattered across his desk, light streaming in through cheap blinds like something divine trying to break in.

He looked surprised. But not shocked.

You raised one eyebrow. “You said you needed a spark.”

He blinked at you, the corner of his mouth pulling into a crooked smile. “You came.”

“I didn’t say I was staying,” you said, crossing the threshold anyway, slow and deliberate, eyes already scanning the room like you were sizing up a scene.

He stepped aside like he couldn’t look away. Like watching you walk into his world was the beginning of something.

And maybe it was.

You saw the script on his desk — half-written, title scratched out, notes in the margins that looked more like obsessions than revisions. Your fingers brushed the cover without picking it up.

“No ending?” you asked.

“Not yet,” he said. “I think I was waiting for you to finish it.”

You hated how that landed. Hated that part of you — the part you didn’t let anyone touch — lit up like a struck match.

You turned away so he wouldn’t see it on your face. The flicker. The crack. That stupid, dangerous spark.

But you didn’t leave.

You could’ve. 

You should’ve. 

But something about the way he looked at you — like he wasn’t trying to figure you out, like he already had — made your legs forget how to walk away. 

You told yourself it was just one scene, one night, one experiment. A favor. A whim.

That first time, with a cereal box propping up a desk lamp and a script scratched onto the back of a torn syllabus, felt like it should’ve been a disaster. But it wasn’t. Not even close. 

He watched you through the lens like you were more than just the girl who made snide comments and wore too much eyeliner. Like you were something he’d been looking for without realizing it. Something that made sense in frame. Something that stuck.

So you came back.

And then again.

And again.

Every semester, every half-formed idea he scrawled in a notebook at 3 a.m., every manic, sleepless shoot with zero funding and too much ambition. You ran through rain without permits. Cried in the backseat of borrowed cars. Did five takes of a breakup in a stranger’s kitchen while dawn crawled through the window. 

It wasn’t glamorous, not even close — but there was something electric in it. Something alive. You were always there, at the center of it all. His constant. His chaos. The voiceover he wrote lines for before he even had a plot. He filmed you like he couldn’t help it. Like the camera missed you when you were out of frame.

You became the face of his thesis film. 

Then the next one. 

Then the one he didn’t even tell anyone he was making, just shot in fragments because he couldn’t sleep and missed the sound of your voice. 

At some point, it stopped being about the project. Or maybe it always was about the project — only you were the project. The part he didn’t want to finish. He said it was chemistry. You said it was chaos. But even then, even when you laughed it off or rolled your eyes or acted like it didn’t mean anything — deep down, you knew. You’d always known.

There was no story he wanted to tell that didn’t start and end with you.

thankx for reading <3

okay… I think it’s official — I’m obsessed. I’ve spent my entire sunday writing, editing, and making things for Muse, and I’m not even sorry about it. I’ll be posting headcanons soon (my first ever!), all about james and muse. also made a separate masterlist just for this universe — with all the chapters and extra content. not sure if I’ll post everything in chronological order, but I’ll do my best to keep it somewhat organized.

you can always share your opinion in comments or my inbox :3

                                    – your santi 🪐

masterlist // muse script

[secondbeatsongs]

Hello, you said in some tags in a poll that Speed Racer (2008) is your favorite film. If you’re okay with it, I’d really like to hear more about why you love it. I love the Wachowskis’ work (they’re among my favorite directors), but I kinda ended up bouncing off Speed Racer (2008). So, hearing that it had a real impact on someone makes me very curious why. I’m not interested in criticizing your opinion or arguing with you, I’d just really like to know why you love it in the hopes I might be able to enjoy that movie more in the future.

oh god this is from seven months ago, I'm so sorry - but I do love almost everything about Speed Racer (2008) and I still think about it nearly every day.

I love that it's so bright and colorful and absurd. I love that it's an anime in live action form. and I love that at its heart, it is a story about love.

it's about the mistakes people make out of love, and the consequences of that. it's about the way children grow to understand why the adults around them make the choices they do, and maybe choose to do the same things. it's about taking risks for the people you love, and the pain of failing to change the world, because everything is capitalism and everything hurts.

(and it's also about being transgender btw. like, that's one of the main things about it - it is very much a movie about being transgender)

what if your father's choices hurt your older brother, and your older brother's choices hurt you, and now it's you and your younger brother staring down a future where you're going to end up hurting him by making the same choice?

and then...what if you can escape that? what if the broken parts put themselves back together, and the hope doesn't run out, and you're not alone with the things that haunt you? what then?

and now you're at the end and mistakes were still made, people were still hurt, but everyone's grown and changed and they're different now. and they've figured out that maybe, just maybe, you can change the world by doing something you love, by creating art and beauty and making people feel things.

maybe you really can defeat capitalism by driving a car really fast. and even if everyone thinks you can't...don't you have to try anyway? shouldn't you fight with the skills you have, the only way you know how?

what if it works?

and I'm not even gonna get into most of the Racer X stuff (because I want people to go watch this movie, and most folks probably won't be spoiled for it), but his whole deal is just...everything. I love him.

(if there's a guy from Speed Racer that I want to put in a jar and shake every so often, or maybe wrap in a blanket so he can have a nice nap, it's Racer X. he's a great character. prime blorbo material)

anyway I've been rotating this movie in my head ever since I saw it for the first time, and I think I've seen it...seven? times now? and I still cry at the final race, and I still get blown away by the intro sequence.

(the beginning of the movie is genuinely one of the best things I've ever seen - it does an amazing job of introducing you to the world and the story of the characters, and gets you emotionally invested in it right from the start. it's fantastic filmmaking)

also like. story stuff aside, from a technical standpoint, the movie is a masterpiece. it's the type of thing that people hated when it first came out, but when you look at it now and see how it was made, how it intentionally looks bizarre and cartoonish, plastic and surreal, you can see the exact vision the Wachowskis were going for, and it's brilliant.

the way they did the visual effects, the way they made the outdoor scenes feel so detailed, the way the driving and the tracks work - they put so much thought into that, and the behind-the-scenes vids show how cool their process was.

also uhhh cars go vroom, crash into each other, flip upside down, explode, maybe have bees and hammers in them sometimes?

(the above is me complimenting the unhinged vibe of the races themselves, which I love very much)

anyway I could make other full posts about the script of the film and how much I love it, or the cool side characters, or the fanfic potential of the amazing world of the film, or how I can prove that it's set in 1991...but I guess if anyone wants those rants, they'll just have to watch the film and then come talk to me. :)

(please. please come talk to me about Speed Racer.)

so, yeah! I kinda lost my mind there and made this post way longer than I intended, but I do feel strongly affected by this movie, and I hope this has helped explain why.

[madphantom]

Intro post

Hii I'm Maddie, 20 y.o. film student and general dingbat from Germany. I mostly reblog random aesthetic stuff I like and post random tidbits about my life and the occasional film project 🎃

Fandoms: Skulduggery Pleasant, Phantom of the Paradise, Bojack Horseman, MCR, House MD.

Likely some flavour of mentally ill, fuck knows, I don't, former alcoholic, punk, second gen immigrant from Russia, bisexual gender creature, pronouns he/her, annoying movie nerd, ✨professional romantic✨ since March 31st '24, anarchist dating a communist 💕

You may know me as the guy who made the 30.000 notes Goncharov post, so here's the movie in case you were looking for it. Here's the blooper reel and here's a video of the cast reading thirst anons 🍿

You may also know me as the guy who wrote Sarah, here's a link to my epistolary novel about a trans couple in a haunted house in the 1800s. Yes I am working on the sequel, no I am not good at stopping myself from procrastinating 💀

Check out my photography on @green-woodpeckers :] 📸

My YouTube channel is @madphantom, easy to find :] 📽️

Check out the Film Factory on YouTube, our passion project dedicated to making student films :] 🎬

Occasionally I draw commissions but it always takes 10.000 years so be prepared for that 🙃

I don't trigger tag anything except flashing (#tw flashing) so if something I reblog makes you uncomfortable you'll prolly see it again. There's occasional boobs on here, be prepared 💘

You can find my posts about filmmaking under #film factory stuff, posts about medical stuff under #maddie's medical mysteries, posts about my relationship under #boyfriend shenanigans and vent posts under #mum stuff

Ok that's it mwah enjoy my blog 🌻

[randomalistic]

It has occurred to me I do not have an intro post.

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HI :] My name is Random and this is my main blog! (multifandom)

Bsky (active) / Twitter (inactive)

21 yo 🦜They/it/she 🍓Demigirl + Acespec Lesbian 🏳️‍🌈 ADHD

🇺🇸 <- Not a fan of this (I live here)

☆ My Artfight! (Very new to it, follow me so i can discover your fellas...)

☆ See #My Videos for YouTube videos I've uploaded :]

☆ Recent hyperfixations:

Deltarune (mostly Tenna/Spamton)

Wreck-it Ralph (2012) tagged #wir, #wir video (sideblog: king-crawler)

The Great Mouse Detective (1986) tagged #tgmd, #gay rats

Transformers One (2024) tagged #tfone #gay bots #tf #transfotmers // maybe idk I’M NEW THIS FANDOM

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🎨 Art Tag - most art is on fixation sideblogs but I post here sometimes

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Bigots and TERFs GTFO!!!! 🥳 Other than that uhhh no DNI list but I do block for my own sake. Basically just use kindness & common sense and don't be a jerk ❤️ I don't car

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General: Birds/Ornithology ♡ Animated movies / shows, media analysis & filmmaking, Art (all of it), ecology/biology, most nintendo games, compelling sci-fi & horror

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Media I enjoy / am knowledgeable of:

UNDERTALE/deltarune, JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure, Doctor Who, FNAF, Steven Universe, Yume Nikki, SPORE, Wobbledogs, Omori, BOTW/TOTK, Mario Galaxy Games (you get the idea).

Creators: Vinesauce, Jerma, freaks like that

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Some favorites from each:

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Music: I like electronic music I find on YouTube!

I listen to a lot of music by Halley Labs/Lapfox Trax. I also like Dream Puzzles, Nobonoko, C418, etc. Also stuff like Tally Hall and Lemon Demon but I’m sure you knew that just by looking at me

☆ Favorite Album: The Quick Brown Fox - NERVES ENDING

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🤓 CRINGE CORNER:

I’m a furry and a selfshipper lmao

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🦜SONAS:

The silly little red parrot.

The parrot is free to draw, just be respectful with its depiction (no NSFW or bigotry)

I also have a WIP raptor sona, which is currently a private design. But just know I'm a dinosaur in my heart ❤️ΘΔ

☆ KIN LIST:

Kinning isn’t a super serious thing for me, but a few characters personally resonate with me a lot. AKA brooooo this is literally meeee

My sonas

Jevil

The Quick Brown Fox

Wow I thought there were more than that

NEXT.

♡ F/O LIST

These fixations last anywhere from 4 months - 2 years so I don’t have a lot of them lol

Jolyne Cujoh 🌊🧵💚(my only normal crush)

Spamton NEO 💸🎢💖(fav. my wife.)

TURBO??? (it’s complicated ..?)

I have 2 dedicated fandom/selfship blogs also!

(Bigshotspambot) (King-Crawler)

♡ Thanks for reading! I hope this helped give u an idea of who I am :]