#im grateful for this community

[the-sunbee]

showed a non-fable friend (who only knows of a few songs Zenni songs and like a lil bit of Rae and Enderian lore through me) my drawing and what i wrote last night and this is what he said :']

i love you so dearly, man. you are one of the greatest people i know and abababa i sob

[samstarium]

very special set of gomens icons for pride this year. happy pride to everyone, no matter what ur situation is rn. keep lovin urself n know that aziraphale and crowley love u so much!!

all art is from hg-aneh (10/10)

transparents under the cut

[elio-loves-boys]

How does someone with adhd + executive dysfunction practice their worship?

I've been unable to light Their candles nor properly talk or offer things to Them (other than the stray "hello my Lord/Lady [Name]" and lighting Their incenses) and I walk past Their altar every day and I feel so weak and I don't want to feel like They are just a stray thought or a passing hyperfixation.

I know I can't control my mental obstacles, but it's hard to overcome them or get around them. I'm trying so hard to live, let alone breathe. I keep Them in my mind and my heart every day, but is it enough? Am I okay?

I love you, Lord Apollo ☀️

I love you, Lord Ares ⚔️

I love you, Lady Artemis 🏹

I love you, Lady Aphrodite and Lovely Eros 💕 💘

I've not abandoned You. I can only hope You've not abandoned me.

[thestarlotus]

(hands u a domestic hudson sketch)... Take this.......... for the journey...............

[metamatronic]

tbh the temptation to write a fic of your william was framed au is very strong but alas, I am shy

shyness was invented by the shadow government to keep creative people from getting too powerful

[the-broken-pen]

Hey can you do one about a villain with teleporting powers

The hero woke up gasping, scrambling upright in bed as the back of their neck tingled in warning. Their eyes darted around the room, blurry, before settling on the far wall.

The villain watched them, idle and unimpressed.

The hero’s lungs, traitorously, forgot how to breathe. They wheezed slightly, one hand clenching onto the blanket, the other sliding underneath the pillow for their knife, where–

The villain hummed, and the hero’s attention snapped back to them at the same time they managed to draw in a painful, terror-addled breath. The villain’s gaze was unnerving as they flipped a knife over their knuckles.

The hero’s knife.

“You,” the hero managed, but they couldn’t think of anything to say, and they were so tired and their pulse was jackrabbiting in their ears.

The villain seemed to know this.

“I warned you,” they said. They didn’t even sound mean about it. Just a gentle reminder–hey, don’t forget to check the mail, hey, it’s your mom’s birthday, hey, can you feed the dog?

‘If you keep interfering, I will hunt you to the ends of the Earth and make you stop. There is nowhere I will not find you. Do you hear me? You cannot run from me, so don’t make me chase you.’

The hero swallowed.

“I didn’t think you would actually do it.”

The villain nodded like they had expected this. “You’ve learned from your mistakes, though, yeah?”

The hero knew the right answer. They knew that the proper response would be to slide off the bed onto their knees, to swear in every language they knew that they wouldn’t do it again. That the villain would be the only one allowed to splash blood onto the streets of their city, and the hero would choke on the pain of doing nothing and stay silent in it.

“You knew I wasn’t going to listen to you,” the hero said, and it was accusatory. The villain shifted slightly. “You had to have known I wouldn’t stop just because you threatened me.”

The villain shrugged one shoulder. 

“Of course I did. If you were the type of person who would have stopped, I would have killed you instead of giving you a warning.”

The hero’s grip tightened on the blanket. “That doesn’t make sense. If I was going to stop then why kill me–”

“I don’t believe in weakness,” the villain interrupted. Their gaze was searching and heavy on the hero’s face, knife still spinning over their knuckles. “Which is why you’re alive, because you have never been weak.”

The hero’s jaw tensed.

“You wanted this.”

The hint of a smile pulled at the villain’s mouth.

“Of course I did. You think I didn’t know you would try and run? You think I didn’t know exactly how you would react the moment I threatened anyone in that cursed city?”

“So you weren’t actually going to kill anyone?”

“Oh, no,” the villain corrected. “Of course I was going to. They don’t matter to me.”

The hero’s stomach turned. 

“Those are people–”

“They’re a drop in an ocean of humanity. You know better than to think I would care about something so trivial,” the villain said.

“They’re not trivial–”

The villain sighed, harsh in the darkness of the room.

“I bore of this. Get dressed. We’re leaving.”

The hero jolted back.

“I’m not going anywhere with you.”

The villain sighed again, as if they were dealing with an unruly child and getting a headache for their efforts. It sent the hero bristling like an angry cat.

“There’s nowhere you can go that I can’t find you. You know that, right? There is no end of the line for this. You can drive until you run out of gasoline, until your feet bleed, and you drain your accounts of money. And I will follow, and I will leave every person who helped you nothing more than a stain on the ground, until you decide the trail of bodies isn’t worth avoiding me. Is that really something you want?”

The hero set their jaw, rising to their feet. 

“You won’t find me,” they swore. And the villain–

The villain laughed.

“I know your face. Of course I can find you.”

The hero was missing something, and the lack of knowledge felt like a sword over their head. 

“I don’t–”

“There’s no way you would have known,” the villain said gently, like they knew how much it bothered the hero that they were missing something that was apparently vital. 

They probably did know.

The hero glared.

The villain looked on the verge of another laugh.

“Once I’ve seen a face, I can find a person anywhere in the world. No matter how far. That’s all I need. You could go to the other side of the planet, and I could teleport to you without a second thought.”

The hero gaped.

“Any face?”

The villain paused. “Yes.”

The hero’s throat went abruptly dry.

Any face–

“You could do so much good,” the hero said, and their voice broke slightly. “Do you know how many people you could save? Natural disasters and missing persons cases and–”

“You misunderstand me.”

“You could–”

“I don’t want to do good.”

The hero stopped.

“You don’t want to do good,” they said flatly.

“I am not a good person,” the villain said. “I don’t want to do good. I want power, and I want to do as I please, and I want you.”

The hero was going to be sick on the wooden flooring. They were barefoot, and weaponless, and that fear still ran up their spine.

“I am a person. You cannot have a person.”

“You are a glorious, powerful being,” the villain countered.

“That doesn’t make me less of a person.”

“No,” the villain agreed. “But it does make you something other than trivial. How could I do anything other than want to have that?”

The hero backed up a step.

“You can’t have me.”

The villain matched them, silent even as they stepped forward.

“You plan to run?”

They sounded amused.

The hero supposed that was better than anger.

“Stay over there,” the hero said shakily. The villain obliged, settling their hands into their pockets. Like this was a means to an end. They had flipped to the back of the book and read the ending, and were watching the hero catch up to the scenes they had already seen played out. The villain’s eyes burned into them.

And abruptly, skin going cold, the hero realized there truly wasn’t a way out of this for them.

The villain would never let them be. They could run, like the villain said, and the villain could kill every person who so much as looked their way. They could hide, and stumble through cities and down alleys and the villain would always be around the corner. 

They had little doubt that every other person in this shitty motel was already dead. 

The villain grinned like they could read every thought as it crossed the hero’s face.

“Where will you go,” the villain said. They stepped forward until they were close enough to touch. 

It wasn’t really the sort of question that wanted an answer.

“Everyone else in this building is dead, aren’t they?”

The villain cocked their head, as if to say, Come now, you know the answer to that.

The hero didn’t think they would ever be able to draw a full breath again.

“Where,” the villain said, soft like a secret. “Will you go, little hero?”

It felt like dying. It felt like reaching out to help someone a second too late. A second too slow to catch the building as it fell. The wrong side of a fire before it blew up.

“With you,” they whispered, and the villain smiled wider.

“What was that?”

“You heard me,” the hero snapped, and thrust their hand out. The villain took it without hesitation.

They tugged the hero into them, leaning to slot their mouth next to the hero’s ear. The hair on the back of the hero’s neck stood up.

“You could do so much bad,” the villain whispered, and the hero ground their teeth hard enough to hurt.

Anger flared bright enough to drain every ounce of fear from their body. Because this was the worst case scenario, wasn’t it? What could be lost.

“Every step you make, every blow you deal and fire you start, I’ll be there. And I'll stop you. Again, and again, and again. You want me?” The hero bared their teeth. “Then have me.”

The villain tugged them closer, and laughed.

“I look forward to it,” the villain replied, and then darkness swallowed the both of them whole.

A week later, a team of agents entered the motel to find it coated in blood and the smell of death.

A month later, everyone knew there was a fight of immovable power and unstoppable force shattering its way across the world. 

A year later, the victor panted through a bloody grin, bruised and crackling with vicious unleashed power, and laughed. Because truly, the ending had been on the horizon since the moment the two of them had first met.

[unclefathersantateddy]

I GRADUATED TODAY!!!!!! I WAS PART OF A VERY GRANDIOSE CEREMONY AND IT WAS INCREDIBLE. ALL MY HARD WORK HAS PAID OFF, I OFFICIALLY HAVE A DEGREE. IM A SCIENTIST!!!!! IM GOING YO CRY (vpos) FOR THE FORSEEABLE FUTURE. I DID IT!!!!!!!!

It's not entirely Bob's related but I made this blog to cope with the stress of doing a Bachelor's, this blog only exists as a form of escapism from the super heavy workload I was under. All those times I was convinced I was gonna drop put or fail, I posted vents to here and you all supported me when I couldn't support myself. I am so eternally grateful to every single person that pushed me to draw silly Burger doodles. Every like, reblog, comment etc on my Burger Bool drawings, or Fresh Meat au posts, all of it. Every single one of you has given me serotonin when my brain couldn't make it naturally. Words can't express just how important all of this has been to me and every single one of you that has engaged with me in the last 2 years has been a part of this tremendous life milestone fore.

I'm grateful for you all and I wish I could repay you even a percentage of what you've done for me. You're all incredible and I wish you love, light, and prosperity for the rest of your individual and collective lives. I love YOU!!!!!!!!

[gawrkin]

I Believe it's now over a Year since I've joined Tumblr

First of All

THANK YOU so much to all My Followers and Mutuals!

I wish I could mention all my 99 followers, but I felt it was too unwieldy so I'll just settle for keeping it small:

Thank you very much to:

@cesarescabinet @sanddef @0rions-belt @fairyhagmother

@mistoffeleesisawitch @moirailsupport @taliesin-the-bored @dullyn

@gailyinthedark @enjoyerofstories @rainbluealoekitten @a-funeral-pyre

@agravaineoforkney @gingersnaptaff @sagewiththyme @emperorcandy @nukethebees

@jimmythejiver @oneshoulderangel @salomania @wandrenowle

@wildbasil @sickfreaksirkay @liminalpsych @neapolitangirl

And Shoutouts to:

@tiodolma @delphiniumpacificguinevere @the-king-and-the-druidess @thesquireinvictus

@adhd-merlin @joemerl @gellavonhamster

and many, many more!

With special thanks to:

@queer-ragnelle - who's Arthurian Preservation Project was the best resource that I was fortunate enough to discover. (You should go check it out HERE)

SO... a whole year has passed since I've joined Tumblr and wow, I didn't think I would come to love blogging here; I don't really engage with social media much at all, even now. But here, it's different. I first came to Tumblr because of my growing obsession with the Arthurian Tradition - something that had been growing for a long time since I was still in High school. Back then, I was also a freak for folklore and mythology. And having since come here, I think it's helped me a lot, both in my personal life and with my obsession with Arthuriana. The community here is wonderful and comfortable to talk about our little niche

With all that said, I thank you to all who've liked and reblogged my posts and, trust me I've got PLENTY MORE things to show and talk about King Arthur and his mythos.

So, I hope I can continue blogging about our favorite knights and ladies at Camelot for the forseeable future.

Finally, to cap off

I wish you all love, peace and happiness no matter what

[br1ghtestlight]

on one hand i get the criticism that inanimate insanity needs more disabled writers etc of marginalizations they aren't a part of but on the other hand inanimate insanity doesn't have a "writers room" its literally two (2) entire people doing all the writing for the show now and they're understandably very protective of their work so just "hiring more writers" is not a serious possibility

personally if id been working on a project for a decade and a half and it was extremely personal/close to me and something only me and a handful of other people i trusted very very much had really written/plotted out stories for i would be extremely apprehensive of anyone else doing ANY amount of writing for it. i mean i wouldn't feel comfortable just "hiring another writer" for my own ocs..... like these are literally my guys i created them?? im the Understander of them and i don't really trust another person with them or their stories

BUT i do think a sensitivity reader (probably soomeone they already actually trust vs just a random fan) would probably be for the best. even though there are already disabled queer and mentally ill etc etc people on the crew having someone to help objectively look over everything who doesn't have any bias might be a good idea. i would be worried about how fans would react if they disagreed with the sensitivity reader/s with the way things are portrayed but hopefully everyone could be reasonable. i dont know if they'll do that though maybe they're just gonna stop having disabled characters

[shuteyelenz]

🐾 +.* SMILE ! YOU'RE ON CAMERA ! *.+ 🍎

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REALLY REALLY ABSOLUTELY AWESOME N AMAZING ART THAT MY BELOVED N TALENTED MOOT @clancykisser DREW OF ME N LES💕 GAAAA SEEING THIS MADE ME SO SO SO HAPPY 💥 LIKE GRRRR IM BARKING AND GNAWIMG ON THIS/pos THESE LITERALLY MADE MY DAY 💥💥I LITERALLY CANNOT THANK HIM ENOUGH FOR DRAWING THESE. THEY R LITERALLY SO CUTE...💥

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!!!!!!DOUBLES OF MY PARTNERS/MOOTS OF DOUBLES, PR☆SHIP/C☆MSHIP NEVER INTERACT! I BLOCK WHO I NEED TO!!!!!! BLOG IS RATED X!!!!!!

[ruporas]

Hi, I've been a fan of your work for a while and wanted to tell you it's amazing!

The way you draw them is so dear to me, especially bashful Wolfwood 💜

Thank you for sharing your art! Hope you have a great week!

wahh thank you so much!! 😖🥺 and i’m glad to hear that!! bashful wolfwood is one of my favorite things to draw ever. to me, he’s not rly the shy type so i must enjoy it in Moderation, but whenever i get an idea for it and get to put him in a situation where he’s exploding, im like yeahhh✍️✍️✍️

[in-memoriam-tgwk]

[stupidlittlespirit]

One thing I'll tell you for free is that I fucking love being niche. I love enjoying very specific genres and I love creating for a very specific subset of people.

There is no group more dedicated to one another than the 5 freaks who all smoke in the parking lot together while they share pictures and stories of this one hyper-focused thing that only they enjoy.

[songofsunset]

I had the MOST stressful experience last night realizing I accidentally missed the due date for my final project in a ZERO LATE CREDIT NO EXCEPTIONS class, then spent the next several hours in frantic combat with my printer (shout-out to my sister the MVP who woke up at 3am and helped me wrangle) and then I turned In my last assignment at 7am after the midnight deadline and sent a very polite email to my professor

Who had mercy on me!!!! and said she'd accept it with points deducted, and then when she was grading was like 'i can see the work you put into this' and gave me full credit. Not only did I not fail the class required to move on in my degree, I actually got a good grade!

Score one for polite emails and communication!!!!!

When people are like 'just communicate with your teachers' they mean it and I'm so fucking relieved it worked out

[darcyolsson]

saying this as someone who has a cat who usually spends at least 6 hrs a day in my lap but whenever she rests her head on me or curls up in the crook of my elbow I'm like 300% more honoured than when she just lies down on top of me. and I guess it's because it's something i do too, when shes in my bed i'll often cuddle up so when she does the same to me it's like wow we are just really 2 animals who really love each other and you're communicating this to me in the exact same way I communicate that to you. I love living on planet earth

[wrongcaitlyn]

this is also not directed at anyone, but what i mentioned in the tags of one of my recent asks - i love love love hearing your ideas and hc's and theories in comments and asks!! however lately there have been a bunch of comments completely unrelated to tyt in the tyt comment section, or comments/asks that are outright telling me what should happen in tyt or phrasing song suggestions/opinions as if they are canon. some of these also vastly misinterpret some things i've said in the fic. and once again i do not mind if y'all want to switch out songs in your playlists, or come up with theories for how the fic is going to go, or even create alternate universes and canon divergences of the fic itself - but PLEASE do not tell me them as if i am now obligated to put them into the fic. this series has consumed me for years and i am very very attached to it and my plans for what will happen! and though i love hearing interpretations of apollo's backstory, or ideas for nico's fanbase, or song suggestions - i would greatly appreciate those to be phrased as what they are: suggestions, hc's, and theories. i am not a machine. i am not writing tyt for your sole entertainment. please do not request things from me as if i am.