#i might rb later

[freakinator]

the unstable boys and the guys they have a totally normal attachment to

[ricky-mortis]

I have a lot of thoughts about Tinky fucking Ted up- have some doodles about it

[rusty-courage]

things i wish i'd known before getting an animation degree

[joejoeba]

I think someone on IG prompted: "Gyro sometimes gets homesick/wonders if he's doing the right thing, looking at Johnny reassures him" so yeas

[zellk]

I am finally done with this o|-< - "Blorbo thoughts through art memes : Lana edition"

[keikakudom]

"Did someone call for a doctor - of love?!"

FOP characters are a lil tricky to stylize, and im not quite sure if im satisfied with how i drew cupid yet, but ahah it's a work in progress

[shoyostar]

original pinned

[ ARCHIVING! ]

hi hii so,,, after a lot of thought and contemplating i think it’d be best for me to archive this blog </3

i came to tumblr nearly a year ago and it’s been fun but now i’m drained + uninspired, n i js have so much stress n negative emotions associated w this blog that now its time to leave and maybe start anew ?

who knows! :>

i’ve gone back and forth with if i should delete my works here or not bcs ik lots of people love them but they’ve js been a constant bad reminder to me and i’m not proud of most of them anymore :<< but as of rn i’ll be leaving them + this blog up!!

(may change in the future but i’m scared of the deact button LOL)

js kinda being on here stresses me out and its no longer fun so i hope that by doing this i can have some peace + you still get to read my old stuff :3

i started this blog js before my first year of uni and i never expected to stay this long on tumblr honestly,, like i was js gonna post a bit for fun n delete my acc LOL but i’m vv thankful for the almost 2k of you who stuck around and enjoyed my writing ^_^

youre all vv sweet n i wish i couldve provided more writing on here for yall to read before archiving this blog TvT i feel like i have nothing here honestly LOL

if my blog does deact, i may repost my fics on my new blog but for now i js wanna be lwk on here and not have to worry abt updating so many series at the same time (so sorry to all dfh, vbs, loveholic ++ all other fans of my ongoing series :<< the stress to write and update is too much for me to handle 😞)

please take care of yourselves and i hope to catch you again someday if you find me !! :3

bye bye!

[holidehg]

messing around

[furfag-cringelord]

geeeet nepeta'd on !

(i hc it as using any pronouns idc what u call them in the tags :3)

[likes < reblogs !!!]

[gideongrovel]

I haven't done one of these in a while, and not one with him at all yet 👉🏾👈🏾

[lockandkeyhyena]

i stand by the hate for mspec gays/lesbians being at least partially respectability politics. i’ve seen the argument so many times that ‘oh its giving the cishets the excuse that gays/lesbians can be attracted to the men/women and so is going to make it so that lesbians/gays who would never be attracted to them are forced to have sex with them’ and like… no is a full sentence. you can say that you personally are a gay who would never be attracted to a certain gender. and that’s extremely valid. no lgbt person is forcing you to be attracted to a gender you don’t want to be. they’re just saying they they personally identify a certain way

[bookshelfdreams]

(cw: mild gore, violence)

Edwin makes it out of hell on his hands and knees.

It is not his first attempt, and as he crawls up the winding stairs, he does not believe it will be his last. Every step he hauls his broken body over seems to grow back above him. Edwin can see the top of the staircase, can even almost see the shape of a doorway in the dark, but it never gets any closer.

Ten more, he lies to himself. Ten more, and you're out.

Far, far below him, he can hear the creature giggle.

It is a part of the game for it, Edwin knows. It likes to play with him like a well-fed cat plays with a mouse, likes the chase, likes to see him twitch and scream. This particular game, it enjoys even more than all the previous ones.

It will hurt him. Not fatally, just enough so he is slowed down, just enough to make sure he can't get away. Then it will let him escape, give him a few moments head start, before it takes up the chase. it will let him get to the stairs, will watch him climb step after agonizing step. At the perfect moment, it will strike.

Edwin has no chance. He knows this, too. The creature has become far too good at this game, and if he is honest with himself, Edwin can no longer imagine a existence where he is not being hunted. He does not even know if the staircase will lead him to safety, or if he will only stumble into another circle of hell, another pit of eternal torment.

There is no hope of escape. No, what makes Edwin crawl upwards, with his forearms long since rubbed raw on the sharp edges of the stairs, dragging the remnants of his right leg behind him - what makes him promise himself Just ten more, over and over, is not hope. It is something far sturdier than that.

He simply refuses to accept his fate. Refuses to succumb to despair, to just lay back and let himself bleed out, even though the respite death offers, however impermanent, grows more and more enticing. It would be easy to give up. To accept being devoured in exchange for brief moments of peace, when the creature is distracted with the carcass.

Yes, despair is tempting. But here is another thing he knows: If he makes a thousand, a million attempts at an escape, the creature will have to catch him every time.

Edwin will only have to get lucky once.

Suddenly, the top of the staircase seems to be a lot closer.

The creature's giggling grows more agitated now, still far below him, but closing in. This too is nothing new; it will let him get close, so close, close enough so his fingertips almost brush the top floor, before it snatches him and drags him back down.

Giving up would be easy.

But he can clearly make out a doorway now.

Moving becomes more and more difficult, even though Edwin tries his best to ignore the heaviness in his bones, the exhaustion and vertigo that make everything spin around him. It is the blood loss, most like. He knows he is leaving an easy trail for the creature to follow.

It screeches now, chattering his name, Edwinedwinedwin, as it only does when it is very excited. It still sounds to be far away, but Edwin's ears feel stuffed with cotton.

The door is right in front of him now. One last step to take. One last edge to drag his broken bones over, up, up, up, and then he's there.

He made it.

The door is ajar. And only a few steps between him and the Outside.

The stairs rattle like something very heavy is moving on them. Very quickly.

Edwin does not waste time trying to get his feet under him, he could not stand anyway. He crawls forward on his stomach, and when he hears a hundred tiny voices scream with rage he does not need to look behind to know the creature in here, it caught up it has him, jumps on him, closes its horrible jaws around his right ankle -

and bites straight through the already broken bone.

Edwin feels his foot come clean off and does not allow himself to be horrified. He rolls around, away, through the door, and with his last heartbeat collapses against it, slams it shut with his body weight.

The whole wall shakes as the creature crashes against it.

But the door is gone and Edwin is out. It cannot get him anymore, because if it could, it already would have.

He lies there, unblinking, unbreathing.

He is dead. Is he not? He has to be dead. Has felt his heart stutter and give out, he knows what it is like to die.

But he is still thinking, still aware. He tries to take a breath, and it is difficult, but his chest rises and falls. He raises his hand, and it appears before his eyes. Tries wiggling his fingers, and they move.

He seems to be wearing a dark wool jacket, but he can't feel the fabric against his skin. Edwin tries to push himself up, and his hand goes straight through the floor - the very solid floor that has so far born his weight with no trouble at all.

Curious. And something else, even more curious: he is not in any pain.

If he is still in Hell, it is unlike any other part Edwin has seen, and he has seen a great deal of it. Perhaps - and he barely dares to think it - but perhaps he truly made it out this time. And if he made it out, it is obvious that he cannot be alive anymore. If he is indeed back on earth, there are only so many things he could have come back as. Most likely, he is a ghost.

(Yes, he did spend most of his time in Hell being horrifically tortured. That does not mean he did not learn anything about the Afterlife.)

He tries to push himself up again, and this time the floor remains solid.

Interesting. It seems that he has much to uncover about his new condition.

[jokesterpilled]

[relicofkorax]

[binary-bird]

hm

[starfruitssmoothie]

im not too happy with how this turned out but sometimes you just gotta draw your fav character lookin' a bit sad