#or up to interpretation really

[throne-of-ashleygraves]

"Go. Go bite that guy for me."

"But why?"

"..."

"..."

"..."

"Yeah okay"

[tawnysoup]

Finally now that the comic is fully public on comicfury, I get to share it with all of you here, too <3

If you enjoyed, please consider supporting by buying a PDF of the comic on itch.io: https://tawnysoup.itch.io/home-in-the-woods

[qvert]

Mhm mhm mhm… :)

[almondy-milk]

"you have the thing i love

but the need in me is way too much

if i open wide

one of us may get lost inside

me or you, one of us is going to need to die."

[hiding-under-the-willow]

I asked the other week what y'all wanted to see to celebrate 3k followers and y'all picked a dtiys, so here we are! the HC Ghosts AU was a huge part of pushing me through to 3k so I knew I had to do something special with it for this :]

I'm not gonna organize a hashtag or anything, but if you do participate, tag me! I'd love to see your take on the piece <3 Also feel free to focus on just one bit of the piece (just Grian, or just the ghost portraits, or even just one or two of the ghosts), cause I know it's a lot of people to draw, hence why it took me so long to finish lol

Thanks so much for 3k, hope y'all who participate have fun, and those who don't at least enjoy the piece <333

[dreamsy990]

this fandom is crazy bc the game presents you with the most androgynous cryptid of a protagonist who quite literally beats you over the head with a hockey stick that they are not you nor is anything about them aside from their actions dictated by your preferences. and some people still came out of it going "their gender is up for interpretation and i interpret him as a boy!" anyways happy pride

[just-a-joey]

Chance’s old lore UGH. I know it’s scrapped- but I wanted to make art based off of it. We love you you monochrome Nepo Baby!!!!

Here’s where you can read the old/scrapped lore:

https://docs.google.com/document/u/0/d/16xrQcDQnWEA8h3HTyAuBbuR3Dls1GIzi91cbWtXOb-M/mobilebasic

[lucabyte]

there's a stranger who sleeps at the foot of your bed

[maculategiraffe]

Imagine you are a duckling, but you're not very good at it.

You're not pretty and yellow and graceful like your siblings, like the other ducklings you see swimming and walking around. Also, when you try to talk to them, they don't seem to understand. You can understand them, because they are speaking in the only language you have ever heard spoken, but when you try to speak it it doesn't come out right. It's like there's something wrong with your throat.

Your parents, your siblings, tell you to make more of an effort to fit in, so you do. You watch the other ducklings and do your utmost to copy them exactly: the way they move, the noises they make. There's not much you can do about your weird gray down or your bizarre, ungainly shape, but everything you can do to fit in, to get along, you do.

You're still not very good at it, but you're trying. Maybe you'll get better at it as you grow up. Maybe if you work really, really hard, someday, you'll be a good duck.

But in actual fact, it just gets worse as you grow. Your neck starts elongating grotesquely, unnaturally. When your grown-up feathers start to come in, they're not even the ugly dirty gray your down was; they're ghastly white, like sun-bleached bone. You get bigger and bigger, much bigger than any grownup duck you've ever seen; you turn into a hideous, deformed giant, towering over your horrified parents. They don't understand what they did wrong to make you turn out like this.

And then, one day, for the first time, swimming miserably across the lake, with your big ugly clumsy white body, you see a pair of adult swans.

And you say very quietly to yourself, in your strange ugly rasping voice (you're suddenly wondering how those birds sound when they talk)...

... oh.

[ciderjacks]

An old friend

[willyhoos]

alfred livestreaming his breakdown to the entire us public (as his pr team devolves into chaos)

[dextheartist]

Just bros being bros

[baguantte]

i think im sleepy

[ikiprian]

Tim swears Phantom could’ve been a Titan. Maybe he should be, at this point. They have enough in common to justify it.

“Jeez,” Phantom groans. Abruptly, he drops the levitation and hits the roof without sound. He stretches out on his back like a cat, sore muscles straining in a way Red Robin deeply relates to. “Fighting the living sucks. At least with ghosts I can swing as hard as I need. Already dead means they get back up! But mortals? Way too squishy.”

Red Robin huffs in agreement. “Yeah,” he says. After a moment’s consideration, he lies down, too.“It’s a hundred times harder than people realize. Batman’s always going on about perfect control in training. About how to have it, you gotta be twice as skilled as the other guy. Even without your super-strength, I worry sometimes.”

“How do you do it?” Phantom asks. In a move only achievable to those without bones, or perhaps Dick Grayson, he twists himself over. Gloved hands cup his cheeks. His legs kick back and forth, like they’re gossiping at a slumber party. “I mean. You said you train, so obviously there’s the physical ‘how.’ But how do you keep your emotions nonlethal? How do you keep yourself in check, make sure you’re pulling back?”

“I mean,” says Red Robin. “Murder is illegal, so.”

Phantom sighs. “Yeah. Maybe it’s easier for you.”

… Hm. Maybe Red Robin should redo Phantom’s risk assessment.

Before he can raise too high an eyebrow (though even moving that muscle smarts, ow), Phantom elaborates.

“Ecto-based entities have trouble with their emotions,” he explains. “It’s easy to get lost in an Obsession, or a big feeling like grief. The rest of the world… it bleeds away. Helps to have another emotional anchor to keep it at bay. I use fear.”

“Fear?” Red Robin glanced over.

“Sometimes sheer stubbornness,” Phantom admits. “But a lot of it is fear.”

With a considering frown, he drops his head atop his arms. Exhaustion, regret, reluctance play out on his face. For someone the Bats know next to nothing about, Phantom’s body language is an open book.

“I saw, like, an alternate future version of myself once where I become evil and try to take over the world? So now I gotta be good to keep that from happening. The fear of that future keeps the pressure on me. Makes me focus up. Y’know?”

Tim sits up. “Seriously?”

Phantom nods. “Uh-huh. Kinda bizarre, I know—”

“What the hell,” says Tim. Three consecutive days together and a concussion must loosen his lips, because holy shit, no way. “Dude! Me too!”

“Huh? Seriously?” says Phantom.

“Yeah! I totally saw myself turn evil. Like, Batman but with guns. Guns Batman. I had to fight him and everything. He tried to kill my friends and erase my memory to make sure I couldn’t un-invent him by going back to change the past?”

“Oh my god.”

“What?”

“Oh my god, me too!”

happy wips wednesday!

[cry-ptidd]

The suitors and their Wikipedia enthusiast

[tr1ppykay]

takes like these show such an immense lack of any attempt at meaningful understanding of transmasculine perspectives and experiences that it genuinely makes my head hurt. like you do realize there is a difference between not FEELING pressured to do something, and not EXPERIENCING pressure to do something, right? of course you do, but you read a few personal posts about transmascs experiencing euphoria and made a bad faith generalization on our entire social position.

sure, transmascs may feel less pressure to be attractive as personal affirmation of our masculinity. but a misogynistic society at large still continues to pressure us to be attractive and feminine. of course it is born from misogyny, but like we have been screaming for YEARS, we are still affected by misogyny.

a huge proponent of the targeted violence towards us is demonizing the effects of physical transition- about how transitioning makes us ugly (which OOP directly contributes to in this post) and ruins our value in womanhood to the potential men who want to fuck and marry and impregnate us. trans men are correctively assaulted to feminize us, largely because our oppressors see us as "deviant women who must be fixed by forcing us back into femininity, and eventually beauty." there is a literal book titled "irreversible damage" that outlines how we are "coerced into destroying our beautiful fertile bodies."

i have heard countless stories of transmascs seeking physical transition who were equally denied, because a psychiatrist deemed them as currently attractive women in their prime, who must have their value to the patriarchy preserved at all costs.

and ultimately, if despite all of this, we continue to reject white supremacist feminine beauty standards and find joy in our transition, a misogynist society that believes we have no value outside our current or potential attractiveness thinks we would be better off dead, lest we tempt other women to abandon ship.

transmascs are not your enemies! we are not experiencing wildly different things! i promise you that trans people across the spectrum will always have far more shared experiences than unique ones!

i am reaching out my hand to you, so we can stand taller and stronger against the white supremacist patriarchal pressure placed upon us both. will you reach back and grab it, or push me to the ground in an attempt to escape and save yourself?