#asks :p

[scisssssssors]

XIU XIU MENTION????

YEYSYYS XIU XIU MENTION!! i love them ^_^

[shiftthemoon]

I shifted on my second try in less than 5 minutes by just laying down on my bed and imagining my surroundings changing around me. But the more I heard about other peoples' experiences the more I doubted if I even actually shifted because why would I of all people shift so quickly when all these shifttokers people looked up to shifted after 3 years of trying? I started thinking it was supposed to be hard and that I had to earn it, that I wasn't "worthy" of shifting, that there was no way I actually did it. I'm starting to realize that it is in fact as complicated as you make it.

yes!!! you’re so right—it really is as complicated as you make it. your first experience proves that shifting doesn’t have to be this long, grueling process. it’s natural and personal, and it can be that easy if you let it. <3

those doubts you had? they’re proof of how much outside opinions can mess with your mindset. shifting isn’t about being “worthy” or “earning” it—that’s a social construct, not reality. you already are worthy just by existing.

if i were you, i’d take a step back from comparing your journey to anyone else’s. your experience is valid, no matter how simple or quick it seemed. you’ve done it before, and you can absolutely do it again. trust yourself more than the noise around you—it’s your journey, not theirs. <3

[mcyt-obsessed-shine]

hello! had to say i LOVE your mcyt ville art! it’s so cute!!

omg thank you lol- but it's not my art 😭 it's a game called fairy village :) i recommend it! i cannot draw to save my life /silly

[lenoeninade]

Any hints for what might happen in February?

i'm going to attempt a daily art challenge

and it may or may not consist of me drawing a particular character who i may or may not have drawn a few times before 😋😋

[howmanyepsofmlseason6areleft]

you are a fucking blessing to this fandom thank you

Ofc wonderful anon!!! Happy to be back to helping :)

[justarandomart]

do you think Shadow can just grow back limbs like a weird lizard?

[ashcremated]

continuing with the reposts of my old art in this new blog 🤡 this one was for uhhh. zuko's hot moisturized glowing umbothered girl summer.

[xanaxesex]

give me caesar and garlic and my life is URS.

okay bet it’s all like cheap store brand but i prommy they taste really good 👍

[mypinkshoelaces]

https://www.tumblr.com/punkeropercyjackson/768013609155608576/followup-to-a-percy-jackson-theme-that-was-going?source=share

AHHHHH so cool :0 also I love Percy with colourful braids, like they're just so HER

[scisssssssors]

Ewww what’s that smell!!!

oops! heh! sorry i uh..... must've let one rip >_<

[shiftthemoon]

HIII!!!

I was wondering what your favorite DR Memory??

HAIIII :p

so i love you for this!! every time i channel my dr, i like to write little drabbles from all the memories i recollect, so here you go!

i couldn’t choose between these three, ahh 😵‍💫

1. marauders era dr

it was late—so late it was technically early—and we’d snuck out of the common room because james swore he needed to stretch his legs. the castle was quiet in the way it only ever gets at night, and the grounds were still, with just the faintest breeze coming off the black lake. i remember pulling my robes tighter around me and telling him he was mad for dragging me out there, and he laughed—soft but real, like he didn’t care if the world heard him.

“you don’t regret it, though,” he said, grinning as he skipped a rock across the water.

“maybe not,” i admitted, watching the ripples spread out under the moonlight.

we didn’t talk much after that. james kept skipping rocks, his aim getting worse with each throw, while i leaned against a tree, half-watching him, half-lost in my own thoughts. i don’t know when it happened, but at some point, he stopped and just looked at me.

“what?” i asked, trying to sound annoyed, but my voice came out too soft.

“nothing,” he said, smiling in that way he always does, like he knows something you don’t. “just—you’re quiet tonight.”

“you dragged me out here at one in the morning,” i said, rolling my eyes. “what did you expect?”

he laughed again, and for some reason, it made my chest ache in a way I couldn’t explain. we walked back to the castle in silence, his hand brushing against mine every so often but never quite holding on.

2. fantastic beasts dr

it’s funny how some memories don’t feel like a single moment but like a series of little ones strung together. in this one, i kept seeing flashes of newt and i taking care of creatures in his case.

i remember the way he smiled when i helped him guide a bowtruckle back to its tree, the gentle touch of his hands as we bandaged an occamy’s injured wing together, and the way we both laughed when a niffler stole my necklace right off my neck.

but the part that stayed with me was when we were tending to a mooncalf—this sweet, shy thing with the softest eyes. i was crouched down, murmuring something to calm it, and when i glanced up, newt wasn’t looking at the mooncalf at all. he was looking at me. his gaze was warm, and full of something i couldn’t quite name, like he saw me the same way he saw his creatures: with this quiet, endless appreciation.

“what?” i’d asked, smiling.

“nothing,” he said softly, mirroring the mooncalf’s shy tilt of the head. “just… thank you for being here.”

3. marauders era dr (again)

“no, no, no, you’re thinking too small,” sirius said, throwing his quill across the table in frustration. “we need fireworks. literal fireworks. something big and dramatic, like me.”

“fireworks in the great hall?” remus asked, raising an eyebrow. “how very sane, pads.”

“we’ll set the tablecloths on fire too!” james said, grinning.

“absolutely not,” remus and i said at the same time.

we were crowded in a corner of the common room, parchment spread out before us covered in scribbles and half-baked ideas for pranking the slytherins. peter was perched on the armrest of a chair, eating chocolate and throwing out random suggestions (“what if we turn all their robes pink?”).

“what about—wait, hang on,” james interrupted, leaning over my shoulder to look at my notes. his hand brushed against mine, just for a second, but it was enough to make my breath catch.

“what if we charm the goblets?” he asked, his voice closer than it needed to be. “make them fill with vinegar instead of pumpkin juice?”

i glanced at him, trying to ignore how close he was, and nodded. “better than setting things on fire,” i said, my voice steadier than i felt.

remus, sitting across from us, frowned slightly, his quill tapping against the table. “we can’t do anything too obvious,” he said, though his gaze lingered on james and me for a second too long. “it has to be subtle. clever.”

“subtle is boring,” sirius declared, throwing himself onto the couch dramatically. “but fine. we’ll do it moony’s way.”

we worked late into the night, laughing, arguing, and tossing ideas around until the parchment was full of plans. james stayed close the whole time, his shoulder brushing against mine, his hand occasionally steadying my quill when i scribbled too quickly. it felt… natural, like we’d always been this way.

sorry for the length, but these memories just mean so much to me. i think we can get memories from our drs because our minds are constantly connected to those realities, whether we realize it or not. they’re like echoes—little reminders of the lives we’re living elsewhere. they ground me, inspire me, and remind me why i’m on this journey in the first place. <3 memories like these aren’t just fun to remember—they’re fuel for your belief and trust in shifting. i think they’re so important, and i hope you find ones that light you up too!

[insomniphic]

What's your take on Odysseus's trauma and recovery back in Ithaca?

*looks at all the comics I made*

Lol but really, I realistically expect it to be severely rocky. He’ll have good days, mostly bad days, but what keeps him grounded is of course his family, you know?

But imagine losing your entire fleet under your command...

...only to come back to an entire population of thousands of people, expecting that you will lead them.

What if he fails again?

[stealingpotatoes]

U known i think it would be very funny if Palpatine was like "all the Jedi are dead!!!!!" and meanwhile the surviving Jedi are on space YouTube making vlogs and tuto about how to throw down an Empire

[inkskinned]

because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.

you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.

you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.

don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.

if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.

you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:

how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!

aren't you happy yet?

[chatlote]

A life outside Canon.

[emil1863]

hiiii im just here to say i love your yamato and ace dandadan au so so so much TvT thank you for such wonderful art and a great concept

Thank you! I've been enjoying drawing it a lot lol

Bonus Art!