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[gotchibam]

Flareon and Jolteon ko-fi doodle for Diana! 🎮

[petricorah]

thankfully, he didn't get it [id in alt]

[itsscaredycat]

ah yes…

my thoughts under the cut (turned out to be longer than initially intended lol)

honestly, kinda mixed feelings :’)

it’s great that the fandom is making a comeback because gravity falls is seriously an amazing piece of media, and all the offshoots that came from the main series are equally incredible. it deserves this second wave of attention and more! still one of my favourites, all the mysteries and secret codes back in the day changed my brain chemistry lmao

as far as personal feelings go, i can’t believe the amount of people i’ve had tell me that i inspired them in some way to be an artist through my old gravity falls art, it’s amazing! and i am so flattered and happy that i could have that kind of positive influence on people. art is my passion and knowing i had a hand in making it other people’s as well is a really cool feeling :’) i read every single message i get in my askbox and some of them have made me legitimately emotional (in a good way)

but then on the opposite side, there are a lot of people— most of whom i have never interacted with— who have a fully formed opinion on me based on actions of mine that are almost a decade old. just knowing that has been crippling, i’m ND and i’ve always struggled with anxiety issues surrounding how others think of me. it feels kinda hopeless and scary, because there is no way my current actions and the ways i’ve changed will ever reach all of them. but i’m only human, all i can do is focus on the positive and keep being kind in both my offline and online lives, and hope it comes back around

the shy part of me wishes i was just another person in the fandom so that i could share my art without fear of hateful comments, but also having made enough of an impact that something i made got acknowledged in “canon” is hilarious and pretty fucking cool (shoutout to @valdevia LOL) i’m just gonna keep doing what i’ve always done: make art because it makes me happy, and share it in hopes it will make others happy too 🩷

[eatsurspleen]

everyday i get jealous of those people who write essays analyzing, picking apart, and overall appreciating their favorite character's dynamic with another, the character's personality, or backstory cause im usually left like this when i think about Marcille for too long

[stuffieautism]

wish people would acknowledge the middle ground between medium and high support needs more.

need someone to prepare every meal to me. help decide what to eat with me (if it is chosen for me, i will meltdown because of wrong thing. if have to choose on my own, will not ever eat), cook/find/heat food, put correct portion on plate, bring to my room with utensils and napkin, and make sure i am seated properly. then bring dishes back and clean them. if i do not have a caregiver i will not eat more than applesauce packets i keep in closet for emergency.

can wash myself with severe difficulty. but need someone to prepare the shower and get me ready. and can only handle it once a week.

need physical accomodations to put on clothes, and with them can. but need help to know what is appropriate to wear for the weather, to know to bring jacket, struggle putting on jacket, can’t do buttons and some zippers and ties, need help changing clothing when dirty or wet or else will have a meltdown. often have a meltdown because can’t take off outer layer fast enough struggling physically and overheat.

do not need help toileting most of the time, but have bladder issues and takes a long time and lose control and need others to keep the bathroom clear due to this. caregiver has to advocate no one else use the bathroom near my room.

need help moving between tasks, up and down stairs, changing rooms, otherwise too overwhelming. need people to find things because i have meltdowns looking for even a couple minutes and motor issues to struggle with carrying things.

can use internet on own, but need caregiver support almost every time because get confused or upset or not know how to respond/post/language.

can’t live alone. can’t be left completely alone. can’t go anywhere without a caregiver the whole time. need a lot of support. but while i can do part of the task myself, i would not be able to at all without a caregiver there at each time.

[brainrotcharacters]

"found your new anchor being"

"and we're doing just fine, you piece of shit"

[jkvjimin]

darling, you are more than just a blessing ♡ | for @heybaetae cr. namuspromised

[starving-mimi]

Less of an ask but I just wanna say thank you for drawing wilson as petty little bitch even if only for comedy. Like. You get him. And that pleases me greatly. Thank you, love your doodles.

thank YOU! I love portraying wilson as a kind of petty, eccentric guy with a big hint of misanthropy, and even tho i exagerate it for the comedy, i do really love seeing him that way hehe

[the-leftover-rice]

Gift art for @childlikegoblinqueen

✨💛 More art of the kid under the cut! 💚✨

1.‎ Art by frostpencil

2. Kidd by @smol-hibiscus

3. Found A Good Specimen! by @myshoeisonthewrongfoot

4. Kid by dragonfroit

5. The child by Maeve999

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Old Men(tor) Big Naturals

(for @3luecactuz)

[xerorao]

Keep your fangs sharp, and your cash hidden 🐺🪙

[ingravinoveritas]

I recently had an Anon send in a link to this video, which is an interview Michael and David did for the BBC when GO 2 came out in 2023.

This was already one of the most memorable GO 2 interviews (in my opinion), but a special thanks to the Anon for pointing out one little moment that I somehow did not previously catch, which is David's face when they are about to take a picture with Ali Plumb and he puts his arm behind Michael:

I've written previously on my blog about little moments where both Michael and David have gotten visibly jealous over the other receiving attention from someone else, and so that was what immediately came to mind seeing this. In particular, the time that Chris Hemsworth went to put an arm around David when they were on the Graham Norton Show and then stopped when he saw Michael's face:

I love that in both cases, it's this small thing of being aware of where "your" person is, and who is around them. With Hemsworth, Michael doesn't even move, and yet we can still feel that feeling and that conscious effort coming from him.

But with David, I don't know that he even realizes what he is doing, to where it's not an active choice, but rather something he just does without thinking. He instinctively watches who comes near Michael and whether they're touching him(!), in a way that just feels...special, somehow. Like if it were another co-star or friend, he would not be paying that close attention...and yet here, he does. Because it's Michael. And I just really, really love that.

So thank you, Anon, for bringing this to my attention. It's so interesting how there are so many instances of David being much more open (and definitely more touchy-feely with Michael) and "loud" on the GO 2 press tour than the one for S1. But this is a wonderful reminder that the quiet moments can be just as compelling and powerful...

[wickjump]

im gonna start posting fanfic recs btw whenever i find good ones. both here and my (awfully barren) 18+ account. because there are so many good fics out there with so few hits and fewer kudos and sometimes no comments period and it SUCKS because i REALLY LIKE THEM A LOT.. and i hope that by linking them here and yelling at everyone to COMMENT DAMMIT they might actually do it

seriously though any comment means a lot. most people who read a fic don’t even give a kudos. even if the fic wasn’t top tier, if you didn’t dislike it, hand over some kudos!! and if you liked it, comment!!!! even if the comment is one singular heart emoji it will be appreciated. if the comment just says “great fic!” the author will be happy. your comment doesn’t have to be this long winded gushing or analysis.

so many authors quit writing or lose motivation because the comments are few and far in between or just sometimes nonexistent. trust me when i say authors don’t care about how long or cool or smart sounding your comment is i promise!!!

i hope that mmmaybe recommending fics and telling people to comment might help fics i really like get more support maybe. and i, points at you reading this, hope that you will listen!!!at least a little….at least sum kudos….

[twi-liight]

Hello gorgeous! I love the way you write Astarion :) could I please request a fic where the reader (female or non-binary your choice!) has a nightmare and comes to our favorite vampire for comfort? Love you work, I totally understand if this doesn’t spark inspiration!

Phantom Heartache ❣

Brave, sad Alfira. All she yearned for was to carry Lihala's legacy to Baldur's Gate, but thanks to the Dark Urge, the furthest she went was to Tav's camp. That was all she could ever amount to. Slay a thousand enemies. Be pierced by a million blades. Nothing ever compares to the pain of her loss at their hands. ❥ DarkUrge!Tav spoilers for Act 1. ❥ Astarion/Tav. ❥ They/them pronouns for Tav. ❥ Tav is the nickname for the oc/reader insert. Their real name is up to you!

At the crest of their slumber, when inky tendrils drag them gently into the arms of deep sleep, Tav comes home to her.

Dreams cannot fool them easily. Too many have come and gone with promises of power and blood for them to dismiss them as simple yearnings of the mind when they are fast asleep. They know, on a shallow, muted level that this is a dream, that this isn't reality. That none of this is real and it doesn't mean anything.

But there Alfira stands, nothing like the day she left this world. Her purple locks drift in the waters around them. Despite the depths of the ocean, sunlight pierces through the darkness and glitters on her.

"Alfira," they croak out. They speak her name into existence and their heart splits in two.

"Tav," Alfira whispers. Her brows furrow the same way she did whenever she thought too hard. Her lips pucker and set like she's recited these words too many times before. "You have to know something. Something important. I-... Please, just listen."

When they reach out for her, she takes their hands. They wander the ocean depths with no true purpose or destination. It hurts so much. The guilt could crush them before the inevitable dooms along the horizon. It takes all of their strength to say, "I'm so sorry, Alfira."

She shakes her head. Sunbeams catch tears welling up in her ocher eyes. "I know you are. I know you." Alfira clasps their hands tight, warm and comforting, filled with assurance. "You've done so much for us. Thank you, Tav."

Silence overwhelms Tav at that moment, crushing their neck in one fell swoop. They can't breathe. It hurts, and they can't breathe.

"I'm sorry, too. For all the love you gave me that I can't repay, I'm sorry." Alfira whispers, her voice breaking in too many places. The warmth from her hands disappears, and they realize she's letting them go.

"Tav," she says one last time, their last image of her reaching for them as the distance grows wider and wider.

Tav. Tav. Tav. Tav. Tav. Tav. Tav!

"Tav!"

Astarion breaks the connection. Suddenly and all at once, they've surfaced from the waters back to reality, where air is shoveled into their drowned lungs.

All at once, faces and voices. They heave, doubling over as they push themselves upright. Nausea hits them fast and hard but they don't care. Shadowheart, Gale, Karlach, Lae'zel, Wyll - a few paces behind them, Jaheira and Halsin gaze down at her with a somber expression. Closest to them, with his hands closed around their inner elbow is Astarion.

"Tav," he says, softer this time.

Tav, Alfira chokes out. Tav. I'm so sorry.

No. "No." No, no, no, sorry for what? Come back, Alfira. What are you apologizing for, I was the one who-

The vision tightens around their skull like molten iron. The tadpole squirms, receding from the shameful memory of Alfira's corpse, defiled and destroyed. In her eyes, they see themselves.

They were her friend. And they let her die screaming and alone.

"Away," Tav breathes out. It's so weak that it's just a whittled breath, but the strength behind them gives pause to everyone around.

Astarion's hands flinch back, but by then it's too late. It's too much. Their tadpole activates a defense mechanism and power crumbles from the depths of their mind. They struggle away from their companions, roaring out, "I commanded you!"

Waves of ilithid energy break through their portcullis - Karlach audibly yelps in pain, struggling against the barrage of mental energy. "Tav-- damn it, we're trying to--" Wyll's hand lashes out to steady her, only to recede as it flies back to clutch his head in pain. "-- Help you!"

"Gale!" Shadowheart cries, nearly buckling to the floor as the full weight of Tav's prowess pours into her mind, threatening to snap it in two. "Can you-- is there a--"

They lock eyes with Gale, who shoots them a pleading look. "Enough," he begs, holding up his shaky hands as a sign of surrender. "Tav, enough. It's alright."

"It's not," they whisper. It's hard to speak when their breaths are too fast, too raggedy, too stuttered to be anything but a cornered animal floundering for air. They don't notice it. They choke on lungfuls of breaths as they wrap their arms around their waist.

"It's not," they repeat again. Something shifts in the air. Power. Arcane power snapping to Gale's fingertips. Their tadpole twists with alarm. He's trying to hurt you. He doesn't want to understand. None of them understand, they're just using you.

Gale points his finger out, aiming for something behind them.

Enraged, they reach deep into the recesses of their mind for the reservoir of power. To sink their fingertips deep in it feels so alien but familiar. Like pushing their hands into a pool of thick blood, warm and fresh.

Wait. No. No, this is not the tadpole's power. This is...

Kill them, Tav. Before they hurt you. Before you hurt them.

Like what you did to me, Alfira whispers in their ear.

Something inside them breaks into two. It shatters into pieces and pulls out everything they have been hiding; the misery, the weight, the guilt, the howling wail that rings in the air as they crumble in on themselves. Hot, wet tears run down their cheeks, and it's too much.

They can't bear it. It's too much.

"Hey hey hey hey, shh shh shh," Astarion's hands cup around their ears. The remnants of Gale's magic outline him in a misty purple. When had he gotten to them so fast? They don't know. They don't understand. "Look at me, sweetheart."

They can't. Everyone around them is looking at them like they're a stranger. Shadowheart's shell-shocked expression sends a ringing ache down their spine; she is looking at them with pity and concern and fear.

"Let them breathe," Jaheira commands. When no one moves, her voice comes out sharper. "Go! Now. Ready yourselves for a long rest and give them space. You will only make it worse for them. Astarion-"

"I can handle this," Astarion murmurs. Jaheira nods, leading the companions away from the bedrolls.

"Please," Astarion pleads, rubbing circles into their cheeks with his thumbs. "Look at me. Why the tears? You know I hate tears. It is unbecoming of you to tarnish your otherwise candid expression with that face. You go from beautiful to an ugly little duck in less than a second."

"I can't," they choke out. Sobs push in between breaths and words, and they shake their head, suddenly just as afraid as the rest of them.

"You can," he murmurs. "What are you so afraid of, darling? It's just me."

It is just Astarion.

Tentatively, they lift their eyes. When they gaze into him, they find no fear or judgment. There is no anger, either, despite what they had just done and what they were going to do. His stare is forlorn and quiet. His noble brow furrows slightly, contemplative, trying to find something in their eyes.

"There you are," he says, his voice so gentle it could have been a trick of the wind. "Tav of mine."

An aching, dull pain spreads across their chest, and their body seems to understand that the only way to relieve it is to cry. Their shoulders shake, and their lungs are sore, but it doesn't stop the biting sobs from pushing out.

"Astarion," Tav begs, hands catching his wrists and holding onto them tightly. "I hurt her, I-- hah-- hurt, Alfira-"

"I know," Astarion croons.

"I killed her."

"I know."

"She was my friend and I--"

"And you betrayed her." He kisses their knuckles tenderly. "I know. Shh, shh. Oh, gods below. I dreaded the day I'd see you cry. You know why?"

"Because I'm ugly?" They hic-sob, pathetically.

He scoffs, but it sounds oddly fond. "No." Pause. Slight amusement in his wine-red eyes. "Well, yes, in this moment, you are a travesty."

They sob.

"Oh, but don't take that the wrong way, you know I can't stand to see you so hurt. What am I supposed to do, hm? Hold you until the morning comes?" His hand guides their head to the crook of his neck, where he hides them from the rest of the world.

No prying eyes can find them, now. No judgment. No words to say about the hell that they unleashed. Into the shadows, where they're safe in his embrace, where he will keep them until they decide it is time to go.

"You know I will," he murmurs into the crown of their head. "I would hold you through it all, my love. You could become the most hateful monster, covered in the blood of the undeserving, your ledger as red as an apple..."

Astarion shuts his eyes.

"... And still, I would hold you and vow to never let go. Shed your tears for the wrongs you have committed. The blood you have spilled. I don't care. So long as are my Tav, that is all that matters."

They close their eyes, tears spilling down their cheeks. Their dreamless sleep is peaceful. It is empty.

❥ Additional links: kofi | ao3

[cobaltcreations]

Great news for the many people who showed interest in those Bendy YCHs! We've got more to show off, this time featuring the beloved and beautiful Alice Angel! Again the pose can have minor changes and the expression can be whatever you'd like!

Let us know if you're interested and don't be afraid to maybe even tell us any particular characters you'd like to see these with! It helps us know what's in demand ;] !!

Once again feel free to reach out via dms, email [Cobaltwingz@gmail.com] or whatever else works for you! Hope to hear from you guys soon! And thanks for all the kind words on the ink demon ones!

[itissadbutitsmy-artblog]

in a world where EVERYONES names match their career and grown up self eerily perfectly, it's the people with Human Names who are the trans ones. the ones who chose their own names. like see Young Mister Creampuff is clearly a birth name that matches him perfectly but Ann. now that’s a woman choosing her own destiny.