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Both is good

The torrential wave of Jax trans headcanons brings me so much joy. The insecure transmasc ones AND repressed transfem ones !!

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OPPOSEDEDD 'S INTRO

my main blog, i will be posting art + writing.

commissions: open

art trades/requests: open

more info below.

DO NOT INTERACT: homophobes/transphobes/queerphobes in general, terfs, zoophiles, racists, proshippers/maps basic dni criteria if you're a generally gross person.

about me!

@;; opposededds.

danniel/dann he/him, it/it's. queer trans guy. eighteen (this is a sfw blog)

also me!

@mmeowzart -> general spam blog. i treat it like a journal and its probably only of interests to friends

@opposededdsalt -> i am a practicing paganism/general spiritual practices and this is my blog to ask and post about this

as for alt 3... dont worry about that one...

toyhou.se

commision info!

contact me via dms before you put anything through kofi please!! im bad at consistently checking up on kofi and i dont want to scam anyone lmaoo

art trades are almost always open? honestly just hit me up.

requests are open as well via askbox. i cannot promise i will get to them.

i plan to have writing comms open eventually, i just need to figure out how to price them...

tags!!

friends:

#ank art -> @anklinator

#goob art -> @slasherrrbabe

#mar art -> @marsshitpostingarea

#wes art -> @brasswazz

#king art -> @freakoidbiohazard

#rose art -> @foxface-09

me:

#my art

#opp writes!!

original characters:

[sona]

#gus 🍃

[dungeons & dragons]

#pescado ⚓️

#lynus 🤨 -> @marsshitpostingarea

#sorn ⚔️ -> @freakoidbiohazard

[massachusetts]

#noel 💫

#dennis 🦎 -> @westernoon

#toni 🦌

#andy 🦾 -> @westernoon

#connor 🎥

#adam 🎱 -> @westernoon

#sterling 📟 -> @westernoon

#bonez 🦴

#asher 🐦‍⬛

#cedrick 🛠

#ozzy 🐾

#francis 📚

#andrea 🍒

#olsen 🧿

#mac 🪰

#angela 🔧

#silver 💿

#koura 👁

#gabriel 🍺 -> @freakoidbiohazard

#preston 🎲 -> @westernoon

[other]

#morgan 🕷

#cole 🪴

#solar 🔆

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Oh my god ohhhh my gid

i think im gonna try to better establish myself as an artist on here cus i AM an artist its just that tumblr doesnt know rhat yet

anyways!!! here's my oc!!!!! he is one of the seven overlords of hell!!!!!!!

i had a fun time doodlin' him up, especially cus.. guys....... he has such a fun design dudes

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1 ur art is so omnom

2 im still so normal about the art trade piece

3 please open commissions i will give you my money

some art i did lately !?

mostly ref sheets, but the first one was for an art trade with @mmeowzart !!!!!! deadass need to open commissions so badly, but also every person who asks on this app be tryna scam me nd shit. i just want money dawg.

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Omh i lobe

quick little oil painting 🧜🏻‍♀️

***someone teach me how to take better quality pictures of my art

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Some doodles of Shadow as The Ghoul from the fallout tv show! :)

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something that i was procrastinating getting finished…

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Speedran the ending of this animation so I could post it before the next chapters… because… Deltarune… tomorrow…

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OHMYgod OHMTGOD ITS THE GUY ITS MY BOU

okay hi not my normal post i just wanted to show my doodle off because.,.,.why wouldn’t i

kay napping now goodbye

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I LOVE THIS ARTIST

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Nice of the princess to invite us to pride, gay luigi

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Bro ate that

finished vers

do i 100% like it? like no but also beggars cant be choosers

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making/remaking intros for my many accs but heres a quick art dump

putting under read more cuz uh CW for mild? blood/bruising, scarring and titted up man...

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I wonder if streaming games would help me finish them

Bcuz i like to 100% games, and its hard for me to move onto a game before finishing the previous one

AND i like when ppl watch me play games and are actually INTERESTED in me playing games

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Some writing sneek peeks

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Hell yeah story time!!!

Being Released from Hospital Shenanigans.

cw: mentions of weed/drug use, verrry breif depictions of body insecurities + injuries

teeheehee here you go @westernoon

It was day seven since being released from the hospital, and Connor felt like he might as well still be in the hospital. He was essentially trapped to his bed, or rather, Adams bed. Although he had gotten some editing done when he was actually able to keep his eyes open formore than ten minutes from the pain meds he was still jacked up on.

His left ankle was still in a cast and he was still advised to avoid walking too much because of his screwed up knee, he chose to only listen to that half and not the half where his leg would likely never go back to normal and his arm was still in a sling, granted he didn't think it should be anymore.

He had been surviving off of glorified Mr. Noodles that honestly made him want to vomit, because it was the only thing that Adam had in his house that Connor had the energy to make. And god knows when the last time he looked at himself in the mirror. Just the thought of it made him feel bad.

He was sitting on the couch now, laptop open in his lap. He had given up trying to edit the footage for now having been unable to focus on it.

Adam was on the armchair across the room from him, watching some stupid movie that Connor also wasn't paying attention to.

"You want some?" Adams voice broke the white noise of the movie.

"Huh?"

Connor looked up from the screen, squinting through cracked lenses.

Then the smell hit him.

"...am I even allowed to?"

"I mean, yeah. I offered, I wouldn't have offered if–"

"No.. Adam.. that's not what I— nevermind. Hand it over."

A lighter and a joint were tossed his way,snd while he didn't exactly catch them, they landed on the couch cusion next to him so he was able to grab them and light the joint with ease. He tossed the lighter back to Adam.

It had been quite a while since he had done something like this, let alone with Adam. And god knows he wouldn't admit it, but it was nice.

The way he started coughing immediately after taking a drag further proved the point that it had been a while.

"You still working on that.... movie?" Adam spoke up once Connor stopped trying to cough up a lung.

"It's not a movie.. it's a documentary." Connor responded back, his voice still slightly hoarse.

"Basically the same thing."

"It's really no—"

Adam made a sound to cut Connor off. "Ah-! That's not what I'm talking about though. Are you still working on it?"

"...yes?"

"How's that been? Working with your doppelganger?"

That question prompted Connor into an approximately ten minute rant, mostly about what the documentary was about, rather than what it was like working with Sterling. But Adam listened regardless. And the way the Connor was talking about it like he was genuinely interested rather than indifferent about it proved one thing to Adam; Connor was still painfully a lightweight.

"—but as you were saying." Connor trailed off, back to the original question. "Sterling isn't too bad. A weird kid. But he's... passionate, I can admire that.. Anyways! I'm going to get a drink, you want one?"

"Uh. Yeah, yeah." Adam agreed without even considering the fact that maybe wasn't the best idea in the world. He was still pretty much 90% bandages and god knows he wouldn't admit it but his stamina wasn't the best right now. But the place was small, and Connor could handle walking to the kitchen and back.

Connor nodded in slight acknowledgement, moving the laptop to the side and putting out the half finished joint on the ashtray thay sat on the table in front of him. He then pushed himself to his feet, the persistent aching that seemed to be the normal for his body now was temporarily overthrown by the pleasant thrumming feeling his body now felt.

He left for the kitchen, ignoring the way it felt awkward to walk in the boot that was on his foot.

He passed by a mirror in the hall, and normally he would ignore it and keep walking, his impaired state made him... curious. He stood in front of the mirror now, staring at himself with more thought than he had given in the last month.

Needless to say he look rough. His hair was starting to get long, the normally buzzed side was now notably longer. His face was littered in various, healing scars and despite the fact he's recently been spending 70% of the day asleep, there were still recognizable bags under his eyes. None of the swirling thoughts in his head stuck around long enough for him to linger on the thought. He blinked and turned away to continue towards the kitchen, bringing a hand up to rub at his face, though he was surprised when his hand came away damp.

When had he started crying??

The realization seemed to sober him up immediately. He scrubbed at his eyes again once he stopped at the counter in the kitchen. Suddenly hyper aware of how he felt and how he looked. The faint memory of what happened resurfaced, and his chest felt tight. Despite what he told the doctors, Adam, even Sterling, when he briefly visited him in the hospital, Connor remembered almost exactly what happened. It was a little hazy in spots, but he remembered. And worst of all, he didn't know who or.. what that was or what he had even done to deserve this.

Back in the living room, Adam was begging to get a little bit nervous. And not the kind of nervous you got when you were high. Connor was coming up on 10 minutes now and he hadn't so much as heard him since he left.

Eventually, after waiting long enough, Adam pushed himself to his feet, blinking away the fuzziness in his vision before walking towards the kitchen.

As soon as he entered, he saw Connor standing at the counter, leaning against it with his face buried in his hands.

Adam frowned and approached him.

"You good, big man?" He asked, standing closer to Connor.

There was silence for a moment, but in the silence Adam realized that the blonde was crying. He opened his mouth to speak before he was cut off.

"I know what happened." Connors voice was weak, but still audible.

Adam blinked dumbly. "What."

"I told everyone that I couldn't remember what happened. I was lying."

"Okay then... what happened...?"

There was a long pause, Connor dragged his free hsnd down his face, letting out a shuddering breath. He was only glad there were no mirrors now. He moved his glasses to sit on top of his head.

"I... um... there was this... thing in my apartment. It... it wasn't human. It was just... huge, and pitch black. And it had eyes.... so many eyes.. it knew who I was. It claimed that it knew what I did... but I didn't do anything."

Adam frowned, he didn't say it out loud, but it definitely sounded like he was tripping. Maybe smoking after being freshly released after the shit Connor was recovering from wasn't the best idea. Instead, he just cleared his throat and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Hey... to take your mind off things, I think I've got West Side Story recorded on the tv, wanna watch that..?"

There was a pause then a quiet 'okay', and Adam was glad that Connor didn't pick up on his avoidance to talk about what he was saying.

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Ive gotten the one important opinion to me I'll do it

Should i start posting my writing here???