#so shout out to u for that <3

[autistic-katara]

shout out to the trans + autistic person working at the thingy i started volunteering at today for being the only adult i have both had an actual conversation with and felt 100% safe around

[basketobread]

How does Lunara feel about... Lolth

not good lol

[spokenfromtheheartandsoul]

nick............he's one of us fr

[buck2eddie]

you drew stars around my scars / happy birthday @buckleyseddie <3

[arsenicflame]

Hornigold's Izzy was the worst, of course. A version of himself that never escaped that terrible place, who lived his life as little more than an object. He still has nightmares about all the things Baz told them, about all the things he didn't.

It doesn't really surprise him, after the first ones, not at its root. To be Izzy Hands is to be someone's after all, though seeing his own face on someone so fundamentally different to him never gets less weird. The people who these other Izzys attached themselves too often left him with more questions than answers. Jack's Izzy, he can understand, from a certain view, though the man himself felt like a fever dream. The less said about Stede's Izzy the better, he's never going to forgive him for the ideas he put in his Stede's head.

Then there was Sam's Izzy.

The first thing anyone noticed about him was that he was happy. He smiled and laughed without thought, and went through life with an ease Izzy didn't think he had ever felt. The crew took to him immediately, accepting him in a way they never did the other Izzys, and certainly not their own. They prodded him and asked him endless questions, and he took every touch without a flinch and answered every question without a hint of a grumble. This Izzy was free. He was open, unburdened, trusting. He was happy.

Sam's Izzy was the one that hurt the most to see. He could accept the worst that Hornigold could've offered, that he would have suffered and been broken. It was infinitely harder to see that he had a chance to be this happy. That it slipped through his fingers.

He's never looked back before, but now? Seeing what might've been? He can't stop himself from considering the possibility that maybe he made the wrong choice back then, going with Ed.

[lion-buddy]

aforementioned bunny doodle dump. feat au doodles notes headcanons and literally whatever i felt like drawing after my classes last semester.

[soft-girl-musings]

a l s o the way I RAN outside to get this delivery ahhh 🥰

@guruan I have been pumped for these the last couple of weeks, they look so good and I'm obsessed 😭

[goat-van]

I read this really cool fic named “from now until the end” by gin (tabanthas) on ao3 and I loved it so much I wanted to draw something for it :) 

(here’s the fic link btw, it’s very good just make sure you mind the tags cuz it’s angsty)

also TW for some blood and violence in my drawing, it’s not too gory but like ye.

(also no bg ver)

[inigostears]

was testing out some new brushes and i liked how this came out :)

[greenapplebling]

Listen. I'm not the biggest poppy playtime fan but I don't get why people keep saying that Catnap was let down by the Prototype?? Idk man. It's very clear to me that Catnap knew what was coming and prepared himself for it. Even more though a fanatic like Catnap would be thrilled to become part of the god he worships

[missr3n3]

『e v e r y d a y g e t s b r i g h t e r』

(or: tmc victims as tumblr aesthetics i was obsessed with circa 2015)

[frogayyyy]

🎶 baaaa ba ba baaaa ba ba baaaa 🎶 (pt.2)

[swordheld]

how did u choose your username?

oh, this is a fun one!! i think i considered being swordtold at first, for that very ancient myth vibe of the sword being this narrative tool for adventure and structure and physical time, the parable being passed down through the centuries until it meddles into modern day rhetoric and ideology – a kind of fantastical tool, a spark of magic, of possibility.

i like the arc of the story of a place being physical / having it be held by time and hand alike, wearing with the years and having it become something different to each holder, each reader, each experience fantastical and individual.

having that kind of physicality to it; swordheld is the action of taking up and holding the sword yourself, choosing your own narrative, leading your own story. self-identity has always been something i struggle with (a novel concept i know, i know), so it felt right for this blog, since most of my older blogs before this one have been just me silently reblogging and never really posting anything myself, and i wanted this to be the change to that.

i've always had trouble wranging my social anxiety, esp. on the internet, and previously thought that keeping my words to myself helped keep the timeline cleaner, in a way, no messy thoughts for others to sort through, especially ones i believed no one would want to read anyway? but it never felt right, keeping myself apart from it all, esp. not in the way i so avidly enjoyed reading others' posts and additions, keeping their words close to my heart.

i wanted it to reflect that this was a space i was holding for myself? and i'm a little slow on the uptake sometimes, but this - this i think i got right. i love being here, on this blog, and the joy that it brings me. everyone else enjoying it too has been a wild ride that i never expected, and still surprises me, one that brings a little extra thrill to my heart whenever i think about it.

i had other urls that i liked, but i didn't want this blog to be tied directly to any of my fandom/story interests, since i wanted it to really just be a sort of archive of artistic inspiration and resource, like a little library or museum. i use them now as lil sideblogs of more niche interests now, which is rather lovely.

it hasn't always felt like it fit perfectly, the way that i'd like, but for some reason i can't think of really wanting to change it anytime soon. it feels mythic yet modern in a way that feels like puzzle pieces finally slotting into their place, something my own and inspirational to me, like a lantern i'm holding to make my way by. my own kind of light, if that makes sense – a star i know by name.

[tigertrack]

i believe in wavy-haired knives and straight-haired vash supremacy

[silentgrim]

just got into the far cry series…i’m so obsessed

[lordoflightning]

hi just dropping in to say that zionists, homophobes, terfs, racists, nazis, maps, general bigots of any kind as well as cryptobros and AI “artists” are NOT welcome on my blog. get the fuck away from me. u stink!! ^_−☆