#sorry for not posting for a while been in a bit of a art block

[mirrorfangz]

[robiinurheart33]

“It didn’t take him long to find Earth 138’s Stone and Robotnik; their severe loathing of each other had prompted Stone to become a supervillain in his own right. He and Robotnik 138 were locked in an epic battle that was razing most of New York City in its wake. Drone fought drone; robot battled robot; civilians fled for their lives; and, in the middle of the destruction, Stone and Robotnik traded blows and scathing, silver-tongued insults.

Stone mockingly spat the phrase ‘ My Ivo ’ through bloodied teeth. Robotnik didn’t wait to see who won.”

Ever since I’ve read this one paragraph I haven’t stopped thinking about it since actually no im not normal @vonlipwig ‘s Have We Met Before? Made me so ill when i first read it pls go check it out i was like biting my fist while reading it if ur the author hi i hope u like it !!1!

Without the blood and filters below⏬⏬

[annabelle--cane]

so um. I think I accidentally figured out who my hater anon is. saw a post by happenstance that pinged my "hang on this sounds familiar" alarm, searched a keyword on their blog, and found a couple of posts with almost exactly the same wording and overall syntax as the anons I've gotten, made on the same days I received them. not sure what to do about this one, I don't think that would be enough evidence for a proper harassment report even if staff weren't running on a skeleton crew, and I am not too keen on the ethics of publicizing their url, but. uhhh. I might? if they don't back off?

so, as a final peace offering, an open letter to my weird hater anon:

from what I can tell, your problem is not actually with me, it is with how tma is written, and I just happen to like and frequently talk about the parts you hate the most. we have a fundamental disagreement about a work of art that we're both invested in, but That's Fine, we can and should just block each other. heck, I think I've had your main blocked for like two years maybe, and hey presto you stopped passively annoying me with your posts until you started regularly directly harassing me in my inbox and serially block evading.

you seem to be motivated, at least in part, by a desire for people to treat addicts with more sympathy. that's great! love that for you. I also wish people would treat addicts with more sympathy, this is a matter on which we can both agree. the problem is, you are directing all of that desire for sympathy towards a fictional character who does not exist and cannot ever feel pain or suffering while continually insulting and belittling me, a real life human addict who can feel pain and suffering, whenever I talk about the themes of addiction I enjoy and relate to as they are presented in that fictional character. you clearly receive my analysis of this piece of fiction as demonizing of addiction and condoning violence against addicts, and I as the person who is me shrimply know that is not what I have ever said nor thought, because, and I really cannot stress this enough, I am an addict, and have been since I was fourteen of god's own years old. I do not believe that I, or anyone like me, should be "put down like a dog" for having disordered patterns of substance use, and I find it frankly offensive that you would repeatedly accuse me of advocating for that both in my inbox and in a series of vagues on your main.

I am usually much more didactic and direct in anything I say about real life human non-allegorical substance addiction, but, to be as fair as is possible, you might have missed most of what I've posted on that topic in the recent past, as I talk about it considerably less than I did 2-3 years ago. this is because when I talk directly about it without the oven mitts of metaphor, people are usually very quick to inform me that they think I'm not human and should be put down like a dog. believe it or not, I don't really enjoy this. even when it's coming from easily blockable faceless anons, there was really only so much of that I was willing to voluntarily subject myself to before deciding to be a bit more judicious about when and where I talk about addiction in public online spaces.

I tell you the above for two reasons.

1. to let you know that I'm intimately familiar with the kind of dehumanization you keep accusing me of and appear to believe that only you can truly understand. for realsies, I am sorry that anyone has ever made you feel like that, that feeling is the kind of awful and insidious that's hard to ever fully shake, and I'm doubly sorry that you feel like no one else gets it and the world is uncompassionate to your experience. I profoundly get it, if I went into any of my offline history with addiction in my mid teens then this would become unpostably upsetting, and I know that kind of thing makes one liable to be prickly and lash out.

2. to explain as clearly as I can that your harassment does not come in isolation, and why I take such an issue with it. I can't make bland-ass PSAs about treating substance users like human beings without people coming into my inbox with stories of abuse and explanations of why this makes it okay for them to hope all addicts die alone and in pain, I can't make casual personal posts about addiction without people coming into my inbox with graphic accounts of loved ones' overdoses and demands to know why I'm encouraging substance abuse, and now, because of you, I can't even talk about. fucking. jon podcastman's metaphorical addiction-like character arc about peeping the horrors and feeling like the torture sphere had a sort of "je ne sais quoi" without risk. it is very hard to exist as an addict on tumblr dot edu, and you are singlehandedly making my one relatively low-stakes outlet for talking about it like 5x more inhospitable. you are one arm of the great machine making this site hostile to me and people like me.

so, like, maybe you still hate my fiction podcast analysis posts and the ideology you read them as conveying, that's your right, so block me, add my url to your content filtering, and move on. you cannot be honest with me and tell me again that you think I believe addicts should be summarily executed because of, and I say once more, my fiction podcast analysis posts, but the great news is that there is no malevolent entity out there forcing you to tell me that over and over again. you can just hit da bricks and Stop.

after many attempts at blocking you that you have repeatedly bypassed, I am explicitly laying down the final boundary that I do not want you ever interacting with me again.

you are thirty-two of god's own years old. give it a rest.

[creatingblackcharacters]

Something I've noticed in fandom is that when a Black person comes out to talk about the racism they've experienced or are experiencing, most of the time they're told to block and move on and keep creating to spite the haters. I don't necessarily disagree with this sentiment, I'm all for curating your online space, but I rarely, if ever, see people really call out the people being racist? They get some push back like a callout post or two, but a majority of the time it blows over and they're usually still active and, often, more popular than before.

I'm sure no one ever says to block and keep going to be malicious, and maybe this is me being a bit jaded, but having been on the receiving end of fandom racism and its particular brand of awfulness, being told to "just keep creating" felt so...dismissive? I felt traumatized and hurt and sad and angry, I didn't feel like going back to drawing fanart.

It felt unfair that I had to live with this experience and process it and go back to posting while they still get to be out there being racist with little to no repercussions. It feels unfair seeing other Black creators talk about their similar experiences and having that response be "so sorry that happened, but please keep making art/fics/etc for us!" from nonblack people.

And, again, I don't necessarily think it's coming from a bad place. I just wish nonblack people were more mindful of how this effects us and would put more of that energy into not only making a safer space for Black people, but making it an unwelcome place for racists. Do I think that'll happen? No, because as long as someone can draw or write something white people like, they can get away with anything. But I can hope.

You are not alone in this experience, and I'm sorry that you had to have it at all.

I feel the same way, fr. I'm jaded to it, but not enough for it to not cause resentment. It burns me deep inside that there are people who are or have been openly antiblack, to me and in general (fandom and non), and they get to continue on like shits okay and they're "so cool".

You'll see posts from "supportive allies" saying "oh don't stop creating, you're welcome here! I like Black people!" But they're nowhere in sight when it's time to actually defend you from the racism that makes you want to leave 😐. No one's willing to give up their comfort, to give up the shield of the status quo to actually be an ally. "Tumblr's for entertainment" yeah and apparently a lot of people are entertained by racism 😅

Like... 👀👀👀 So you were all talk lol. You want me to stay and feel valued because I create and you're entertained, not because you actually value me as a human. It's a avocado! Thaaaaaanks. I always say it's the thought that counts but the action that delivers. Nobody knows that you "aren't racist" in your head or through empty words. We make that judgment based off your actions.

And a lot of people's actions speak of complicity, unfortunately. It's easier to tell you as the victim to block and move on than it is to take that next step and say "damn, I guess I can't be such and such's friend anymore". It's easier to deny outright that something is racist (because if that thing is racist, and they like it, then- EGADS-) then to realize that "hey, I need to be more open to engaging with this in a more inclusive way". Fandoms not a vacuum, unfortunately.

It's an ongoing battle. What's the meme- "I'm doing my part!"

[gremlinmodetweeker]

Marmalade and Meandering Musings

So, a long long time ago I saw something @quarterlifekitty posted about König and I got so excited by the idea. I just had to write something. Unfortunately, I didn't manage to write anything until just now (life is dumb and stupid and mean and ugly and I hate it). So, after months of waiting, I present a story about Giant Squid!König and Dumbo Octopus!Reader. Namely, how they met. I hope you all enjoy.

TWs: Reader is a lil bit manipulative, but in all honesty she has very good reason to be

Wordcount: 4.2K

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Story Below the Cut

Honey Sunlight Vanished in Darkened Mist

He found you when he was hunting one day. Immediately, he knew that you needed him. He didn't know how or why he knew such a thing, but he knew he couldn't leave you alone. And so, he swam closer.

He shadowed you as you floated above the ocean floor. You obviously were hunting for crabs. Unfortunately for you, he knew any crab you came across here would be far too large for you. In truth, most prey in these parts would be too large for a little thing like you. You, from the tops of your dumbo ears to the tips of your orange arms, couldn’t have been longer than one of his eight arms. You were absolutely miniscule compared to him. He could’ve eaten you, but he was just so curious about what sort of cephalopod mer would try to pass into his territory.

Most of your kind were well aware of König’s claims on this stretch of sea bed. It wasn’t the greatest territory, but he didn’t need the best. He just needed enough to provide for himself, and that was all. It wasn’t like any other of his kind would be his mate. He was well known to be despised among his kin.

Cephalopod merfolk were notably reclusive by nature, but he had been cursed with social anxiety that made him worse off than the others around him. While normally he would’ve been an attractive mate for his size and hunting prowess, he had been so awkward and anxious during mating gatherings that not a single mermaid would even entertain a dance. He wasn’t even asking for a courting dance. Just a dance itself was too much to ask for. Ultimately, the last migration he’d been to had been utterly humiliating.

But because no mermaid would take his hand, most merfolk left him alone to guard his territory. As such, seeing such a tiny mermaid in his land made him confused. A part of him was hungry, a bigger part was curious.

He watched as you found a little shell on the ground. You picked it up and examined it curiously before slipping it into a bag at your hip. You must’ve been to the surface recently if you had one of those. You were just more and more curious with each passing moment.

However, he couldn’t watch from afar forever. He needed to intervene before you actually found a crab and got hurt.

With a burst of speed, he was in front of you and splaying his massive body to block your path..

“Who are you?" he asked carefully, his voice strangely high with a strange accent.

You looked up at the giant squid mer and blinked, “Who am I? Who are you?" 

He puffed up proudly, displaying his broad chest, “I’m König. This is my territory you're on here." 

Immediately your eyes went wide and you began to tremble, “Oh my gosh I'm so sorry! I can go right now! I promise I haven't eaten much around here-" 

“Don't worry about that," he soothed you and curled his two scarred tentacles around you, “I’m not here to chase you off. I’m… I’m worried about you actually.”

“Worried about me?” you relaxed slightly, “why?”

He hesitated.

While he did, you got a chance to really look at who you were dealing with. This was obviously a giant squid mer, there was no way he could be anything else. He had two big red ears and arms at least ten feet long, the two tentacles a good five feet longer than that. Covered in white scars from head to toe, this mer had obviously fought hard to keep this territory and won. He had to be a good hunter too if he was able to sustain this size.

König cut through your thoughts in an instant.

“You're just… You're so tiny!” he threw his hands up at you in disbelief, “how have you managed to survive into adulthood? And what are you doing around here? There’s no chance of you being able to find suitable prey. You’re just too small to hunt around here!" 

You felt yourself puff up, “I'm doing just fine! I'm… I'm looking for a territory of my own. I got kicked out of my old nest by some stupid dumb shark and I’ve been trying to find a place to build one since." 

Ah. That explains why you're here.

“But since you've claimed this place, I can move on! You don’t have to worry about me, I promise!” you insisted but he wasn't having it.

“You are too small and cute to defend your own territory,” he observed.

“What!” you curled your tentacles to make yourself bigger, “I'm big enough! And I'm not cute!”

He sighed. You were going to be a feisty little thing, weren't you? A right thorn in his side. It was a good thing he liked a challenge.

“Look,” he sighed, “what even are you? The only creatures that live in this part of the ocean are kraken-sized merfolk or large prey. You’re lucky I found you and not another merfolk. Most of our kind that reach my size are cruel creatures by nature. Mercy does not come naturally to us,” he curled himself around you as he spoke, “but you’re far too cute to eat. For now.”

“Can’t we share this place? It’s not like I’ll get in your way. I don’t want to have to find a new place,” your ear flaps pressed to the sides of your head in distress.

König hummed and curled a giant red tentacle around your face, “Well, maybe you can stay here. Conditionally.”

Your eyes practically sparkled in the deep, “Are you sure? Can I actually stay here!?”

“Of course,” König pet your hair, “you are far too small to be safe anywhere else. I’d be killing you if I chased you off.”

You sighed in relief, “Thank you so so much! Is there anything I can do to thank you? Maybe catch you some fish?”

König pet your dumb little head, “My dear,” he told you gently, “are you even capable of catching prey around here? The crabs have pincers as long as your forearms.”

You thought for a moment.

“I can get some of the snailfish,” you offered.

“You're…” König sighed again. He didn't want to do this, not really, but he didn't think he had a choice. Leaving you alone was a death sentence.

“Look,” he tried to explain, “you are… You are very little, do you understand?”

“I'm not that small,” you pouted.

“You are small enough,” König grumbled, “small enough to be a good snack to larger predators here. I’m betting you barely escaped that shark, hm?”

You crossed your arms and huffed.

“I want to make you an offer. Are you listening?”

You nodded quickly.

“You can stay with me in my nest,” König said, “all I ask is that you don’t bother me. If you stay out of my way, I’ll take care of you here.”

You couldn't believe what you were hearing. That sounded too good to be true. A giant squid offering you their home?

You thought for a moment. If you played your cards right, you might be able to do something here. 

It was only a matter of time before a mer like this got a mate, and who knew what would happen to you after that. At best you’d be driven off, at worst you’d be fed to their children. However, if you really tried, you might be able to secure this territory completely. You’d never have to worry about him finding a mate if you were his mate. If you made him a mate, then you could get free food and treasures until the end of your days. He could be a good mate.

He was big, he was strong, and he at least seemed to think you were cute. He also thought you were small, which was rather insulting (you were actually rather large for a dumbo octopus mermaid), but you could deal with that. Finding a way to mate with him would be a struggle, but you’d come to that point at a later date.

Yes, you could do this. You could make this man your mate.

If you had to be good, you could be perfect.

“Do I have to hunt for my own food?” you checked.

Kônig shook his head, “No. I'll provide for you.”

You hummed. It was tempting, but you didn’t want to just be a pretty little mate. You wanted to have a bit of fun too. You supposed there was no harm in asking.

“What will I do all day?”

König thought carefully. He glanced around, then up to the surface. He patted your head with his tentacle and rubbed his chin with his hand. He snapped.

“You can come out of the nest with me when I hunt,’ he said, “but I don't want you straying too far. Stay close enough to hide in my arms if something tries to hurt you. I'll show you all the parts of my territory, and all I ask is that when we get back to my nest, you help keep it clean.”

“That's…” you took a moment to compose yourself, “that's it? Seriously?”

“That is all I ask of you,” König confirmed.

Your eyes sparkled, “So, I’ll basically be your mate, right?”

König looked down at you and let an arm drift along your neck and back, “Little one, I do not need a mate.”

"Then why are you helping me?” you couldn’t hide your disappointment if you tried.

"Simple,” König replied (very easily hiding his sudden interest in your behaviour), " because you are small and cute. I worry that if I leave you, you'll be gobbled up by something bigger than you. If I send you to another merfolk’s territory, they might try to take advantage of you. At least like this I can make sure you're alright." 

“So you're doing this why?" you tilted your head to the side.

König patted you in the head with his hand, “As I said, you are very small and very cute. I want to protect you." 

You put a finger to your chin in thought, “And… and that's it? That's all there is to it?”

König nodded silently.

You looked König up and down. He really was the biggest mer you'd ever seen. You’d been to a few migrations since maturity, but nobody had ever even come close to this. He was so long that he could easily wrap his arms around you about half a dozen times if he wanted to. He had a hood hiding his face, not uncommon among mers, but instead of a normal half-mask it looked like a full black shroud. He had a broad chest, bigger arms and looked like he could fend off against even a whale, if such a thing were possible.

Really, if you actually managed to convince this mer to be your mate, you’d have won the migration lottery.

“I'm not going to wait all day for an answer,’ König drawled.

You squeaked and hurried to his side, "I'll come with you!”

He was already regretting this, but he'd made up his mind, " Then let's go. I was going back to my nest anyways.”

"How come?” you asked as you turned and swam underneath his chest.

"Because I wanted a nap,” he said simply.

Honestly, a nap sounded nice.

“Okay!" you said, “how long will it take to get there?" 

“About an hour," König replied

You swam closer to his chest, “That long?" 

König slowed slightly and glanced down at you. He needed to be a meaner mer. If not for his sake, then for yours. He couldn't bring himself to do it though.

“Come closer,” he sighed wearily, “I'll carry you and wake you up once we get there.”

You eagerly let yourself be tucked into his broad chest. A part of you was sorry that König had essentially adopted you out of pity, another part couldn't be more thrilled. After all, this was step one of the plan. 

You felt König hold you tight to his chest as he swam through the water, going deeper and deeper until you came across what looked like an underwater cliff. Under the ridge, you saw a hole surrounded by carefully placed stones, jagged and threatening even to a merfolk of your tiny stature. And yet, König swam through them easily before ducking down into the hole.

König’s nest was cozy, more so than any you’d ever managed to scrap together. In fact, you completely forgot about the cold hole you dug into the seabed last week. This here was heaven.

König fluffed up a bed of black algae for you and searched through the caverns. Seeing as König was so big already, his cozy lair was absolutely massive for you. You’d never have been able to build something like this for yourself, nevermind defend it against others. His nest was coated in bioluminescent plants, glowing algae and smooth stones. Spots of white and blue lights sparkled all around you. The bedding underneath couldn’t be softer to the touch.

You were just settling in when you saw something scuttle across the floor. You looked closer, and sure enough, there was a little cluster of hermit crabs and shrimp clattering across the algae. Little shells of ivory and gold contrasted against the red and white of the shrimps dancing in the dark. Now that you were looking for little creatures, you looked around yourself to see little shoals of tiny glowing fish swimming through the kelp above you. Larger fish that looked like little moons flitted about the entrance.

You pointed at them, “Do you keep those around for snacks?”

König whirled around and puffed up, “Snacks? They’re my clean up crew!” he narrowed his eyes, “don’t you go eating my pets.”

You had never heard of any sort of cephalopod merfolk keeping pets.

“Wait, why are you keeping pets? Only sunlight level merfolk keep pets, right?” you hovered over a team of hermit crabs scuttling across the floor.

“That’s why I keep them,” König explained, “I realized that they’re better used as cleaners than as prey. That, and they make the place a bit more lively. I mean, just look at them go!”

A little hermit crab scuttled forth to grab a crumb of food before ducking back into the algae carpet.

“They don’t steal food?” you asked curiously.

“Not at all. They only eat what I drop. But, sometimes, they like to try and carry away what I’ve found,” König reached down and plucked a shrimp off the wall. He gently took a rusted coin from its claws. “They like to move things around,” he put the shrimp down and petted it, “I imagine most of are kind would find it annoying, but I find it fun to try and track down where they’ve put my things. It feels like I’m finding my treasures all over again.”

Your ears perked up when you heard ‘treasures’.

“You have treasures?” you asked eagerly, “real treasures?”

“You don’t?” König looked concerned.

“Whenever I tried to keep them, somebody else would take them when I left,” your ears drooped.

König hummed. He didn’t like the idea of sharing, but he’d already brought you into his home. He supposed it wasn’t a far leap to let you share his treasures.

“Stay here,” he muttered and crawled into a dark crevice in the back.

You happily fluttered about the whole room while he was gone. You admired the corals he’d used to decorate the walls, but you preferred the hanging seaweed coming down from the ceiling. The feeling of the plants was foreign to you entirely. Plants like these rarely grew this deep down, and the few that did were always hoarded by more powerful merfolk to decorate their homes, uch like König had done for his nest. Evidently, he’d either grown this collection for quite some for quite some time or he’d fought others for the myriad of fronds. The thought of König fighting worried you. He was heavily scarred, so it was obvious he’d been through his battles. You just hoped he didn’t go through too many. If you lost him, your luck here ran out.

“Here,” König returned with a couple of little trinkets hidden in his large hands, “I have some things for you.”

You dropped what you were doing and swam over immediately. König found your enthusiasm amusing, if nothing else.

He passed you a piece of curved bone, “I got this from my first whale fall. I had to fight some hagfish for it, but I managed to bring it back.”

You gasped, “You’ve been to a whale fall!?”

König nodded and took the bone back and brought it up to the light to admire it, “I have. I’ve been to many, but this one was special. But it was nowhere near as special as this,” he passed you a long hooked tooth, “that’s from when I killed my first whale.”

“What!?” you swam in circles around him, “that’s impossible! Whales are huge!”

“It was kill or be killed,” König puffed his chest proudly as his colours flashed bright, “she tried to get me from behind, but I was quicker. I’ve fought others too. They think that because I’m a squid I’m easy prey. Of course, I’m far too big for them, and they usually learn that the hard way.”

“I can’t believe you actually fought a whale and survived,” you said in awe as you took the tooth.

It felt heavy in your hands, almost as though it carried the weight of König’s life with it.

“Whale meat is not very good,” König admitted, “but it tastes good when you’ve fought them for your life.”

You stilled at the thought.

König watched you stop your excited circling and look at him strangely. He worried you might have thought he was boasting, but he couldn’t be farther from the truth.

“Do you fight a lot?” you asked nervously.

König looked down at the myriad of white scars hatched across his body.

“I have a large territory to uphold,” he said slowly, “and most merfolk I come across around here are… They don’t really understand what sort of mer it takes to defend a territory like this. They don’t understand their place. Why? Is there a problem with me fighting?”

“I’m just worried about you getting hurt,” you fretted.

König smiled behind his mask. You truly were the cutest thing he’d ever seen.

“I don’t lose,” he assured you, “and if I think I might, I’m smart enough to make sure I always have a way to get out. You don’t have to worry about me.”

You wiggled anxiously, “You’re sure?”

He laughed, “Of course. You can trust me to keep this territory safe for you. Don’t worry about me getting hurt.”

You smiled brightly. König felt his heart melt. You were absolutely precious. Maybe he could call you one of his little treasures? Maybe. He’d have to see how you felt about that.

Little did he know you were just making sure you wouldn’t have to search for new territory again soon. You’d spent enough time being chased out of nests by fish and merfolk alike. You were keen on making sure you could lock him down and make him yours, and in turn make all he had yours as well.

You focussed back on the treasures.

“Do you have any others?” you chirped.

König thought for a moment. He had many, but most of them were back deeper in his nest, and he was tired. But how could he deny you?

“I have another, and then I’m going to sleep for a bit,” König said and pulled out a small shiny stone. You looked closer, marvelling over the iridescent white gem.

“What is this?” you asked and crept closer.

König glanced down at you and held it out to you. You tentatively took it from him. It was small in his hands, but it filled both your palms. It looked so beautiful in the blue and yellow lights of König’s nest.

“It’s called a pearl,” König whispered, “I found it in a giant clam.”

You admired it once more and handed it back, “Do all animals make these?”

König shook his head and tucked it away on a bed of coral, “Fish can’t. Only molluscs can, but some pearls are more beautiful than others. I have found a few types that I keep. This is just the most beautiful one.”

“You have more?” your eyes sparkled.

“I fought others for more,” König admitted.

That made you frown, “Are they really worth fighting for?”

König hummed. He supposed you had a point. If he was going to be keeping this territory for you, he might have to be more careful with which battles he picked.

You were still just worried about how long you’d be able to stay in this nest.

“I will be more careful for you,” he conceded.

You looked at the pearl again and a smile crept back onto your face. You held it up to the light to admire it for a moment, then passed it back to him.

“Can you show me some more of these?” you asked.

König sighed and took the pearl from your hands with one arm and used another to pat your head as he put the pearl away.

“Later,” he said, “I’m tired.”

Your ears drooped sadly.

“If you want, you can rest here too,” he offered, “there’s plenty of places around here to curl up.”

The algae looked tempting, but you’d liked curling into his chest when he brought you here.

“Can I nap with you?” you asked hopefully as your ears perked up.

König narrowed his eyes and hovered over his den protectively, “I’ve already brought you into my nest. Are you really asking to go into my den now?”

You nodded eagerly.

König sighed. You were such a small and innocent little creature. You were going to be the death of him.

“I have a little nook you might fit into,” he let himself sink into the depth of his den, “just follow me.”

You swam behind him into the darkness. Here, the water was warmer. You could just make out the shapes around you, your eyes still adjusting from the light. You felt an arm wrap its suckers around your waist and tug you in. Once inside, you could see the soft glow of König’s blue eyes.

“Sleep here,” he put you in what looked like an impossibly large clam shell, “this will be your bed.”

You peeked over the sides to see König curling himself into a tight ball beside you. It was warm in here, but you knew it would be better if you could get to König’s side. You just needed to be patient.

There was no way you could just cozy up right away. There was no doubt that König would just boot you out of his den if you tried to cuddle while he was still awake. You needed to wait a bit. Only a little bit. Then you could attack.

Soon enough, König’s chest slowed between rises and falls. You could see his mask had risen just a bit on his neck, enough to see the gills along the sides slowly pushing water through. His arms and tentacles went slack on the floor. Surely he was asleep by now.

You debated swimming over for a moment. The risk of König ousting you from his nest entirely was high, but the possibility of being wrapped up in König’s arms was too enticing to pass on.

You slipped out of the shell and quietly swam over to König. You were just a couple of feet away when König stirred.

“What are you doing?” he sounded positively peeved as he slowly opened his glowing eyes.

“It’s not comfy in the shell,” you said and slowly swam closer.

He blinked slowly. Slowly, he unfurled his arms and tentacles blearily. He’d just managed to feel himself dozing off when you’d rudely awoken him. He looked down at you incredulously. 

“You’re not seriously…”

You saw an opening through his arms and dived into his chest, hitting him with a solid thump. He grunted and tried to pull you off him, but you attached your suckers to his chest and stuck fast.

“Get off me you little imp!” he snapped and tried to wrench free.

“Let me stay!” you fought back.

“This is my den!” he snarled and thrashed, knocking around the walls of the tight cavern, “if you don’t get off me right now-”

“But you’re so warm!” you whined.

“I could kill you with one bite you stupid little inker!” he accidentally smacked his head into the ceiling and groaned.

You wrapped your upper arms around him and dug your fingers into the part of his back you could reach. He tried to weakly pry you off with one of his tentacles before sighing. He slumped down to the ground in a sulk.

“I’m banning you from my den from now on,” he muttered.

“But you’re not banning me from your nest?” you checked.

“No,” he sighed, “but don’t think I’ll just let you get away with this. As soon as I’m done napping…” he yawned, “I’ll figure something out.”

You nuzzled into his chest.

Tentatively, he put his hand on your head and rubbed your ears. You purred and he grumbled to himself, but he at least stopped trying to pry you off of him.

“Fine,” he conceded, “but just this once.”

You couldn’t be happier.

Konig Dump

Konig AUs

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[fduck0]

Heyyyy awareness post

Got this in my tumblr asks from @/luckykdp7. Recognised it today since theyve asked multiple artists to draw this. I found it a bit odd, so i looked at their acc and this person has been tricking ppl into participating in his fetish for years.

First red flag going through his acc was the bio itself, to be honest. But i scrolled through his dst tag and found that the majority of his art revolves around "stink" and being stuck in mud or mucus apparently. Weird pattern, yet it gets worse.

Checking his pinned link i found his commission info and this confirmed to me that YES, this is a fetish. The link also has his DA which is just FULL of this artwork, some which includes child characters like Wendy or Cream from Sonic.

Like i said in the start, this person has been tricking artists to indulge in his fetish. On his acc you can find multiple art pieces across the years made by other artists as replies to his innocent looking asks.

This man has also commissioned 2 artists for his dst fetish art. the first one, as we can see, wasnt aware of their fetish up untill halfway though the comm.

With the second artist, they possibly werent aware of it at ALL considering fetish art goes against their TOS.

I feel like people should be aware of this man and block him at least, with all that ive just shown. Im also concerned considering his latest "request" since hes been going to multiple artists with it. And while it doesn't play into his other fetishes, i would not be surprised if this was another thing like that. Im sorry if i wasnt the best at explaining this since this isnt normally what i post but i feel like this is important

[damian-al-ghul-wayne]

H h h hey...! Damian mun here with another certified YAP because I keep seeing posts about this specific thing, and I need to talk about it....!!!

So. A while back, I had seen this post talking about how Talia's first punishment for Damian would be that Damian had to kill a horse. Which seemed bonkers to me because she absolutely wouldn't force Damian to do that. If you didn't know, the Al Ghuls are eco terrorists. They want to make the world better by focusing on plants & animals more than the actual people. That's just one thing btw...

Anyways, back to my yap that will sound absolutely fucking crazy in the end because it won't be written good. (This is a warning)

I saw another post talking about how Damian only finally expressed his love for animals when he started living with Bruce and that he would only know the heartbreak of an animal death when living with Bruce. Which is... not true at all. I don't think people tend to realize that Damian's compassion for animals comes from Ra's and Talia. They're the reason he's compassionate about animals and why he ends up saving Bat-Cow.

Maybe it's just me, but people seem to keep crediting Bruce ( or other bat family members ) for things that Damian has like his love of animals, artistic ability, anything to do with the arts, etc. It feels like a tad bit racist because it's like nobody can accept that Damian's non-white family members gave him those characteristics when, in fact, they did. I don't know. That's just something I've noticed.

Going more off of that, but I've also seen people argue that Ra's and Talia were against animals, the arts, and all those types of things. It just irks me so badly when people mischaracterize them like that JUST because they're not counted to be "heroes" or on the "good side." Even then, Talia is very much a grey moral character, yet they always depict her as a terrible mother, evil, etc. Ra's is counted a supervillain, yes, but that doesn't mean Talia is? Even then, it's just weird to push those kinds of stereotypes on people just because they're "bad." I never see people say stuff like, "Oh yeah, the riddler would soooo kill a puppy." I only see people say that about the Al Ghuls, and I'm so tired of it.

I saw a post today, and it was about Damian experiencing his first heartbreak over a pet death. Legit one of the first sentences read was, "Ra's would either force Damian to kill the animal or give it away." Why is it between those options, like, what! The post overall was sad because of the meaning, but I just didn't like that part. Ra's is known to be an animal lover in the comics. He has a pet wolf. I don't think he would have forced Damian to murder an animal if he so happened to sneak it inside of the league.

Maybe that's just me, but it bothers me when people say these things.

I have a platform, though, and I'm not afraid to share my thoughts on this. I've been a very big advocate against this type of mischaracterization, and I'm sorry that I do it so much. I know it may get annoying, but I feel like it needs to be expressed. 😭

Also, you guys can definitely block these posts by blocking the tag "Damian mun yapping about Damian" 👍

That's all I have for right now... thank you for reading....

[exorcqism]

𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐎

„𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄”

: ̗̀➛ FLUFF CONTENT!!!

: ̗̀➛ afab!reader, no sex, all fluff and the cute stuff. not proofread so i apologize in advance for any mistakes if they’re made.

: ̗̀➛ art creds by;; currently unknown. dividers are not mine, if you own these, you may claim them in comments.

: ̗̀➛ WORD COUNT;; 1.42K

* dark mode recommended

* do not copy this plot. i’m perfectly fine with inspirations but give creds. if this plot his stolen in any way, the post will be taken down and you will be blocked.

𝐃𝐀𝐊𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 ✉️🖇️;; taking a break from smut. finna make sum cute for the ones that need it

“choso!” you threw your arm around choso. the 5’11 male would groan tiredly. you and him were pretty close friends…even closer now that the two of you lived together. you were his ball of sunshine when he just wanted to curl up in a pit of darkness. his tired eyes made their way up to yours and he’d smile a little.

you and him were…something. your relationship wasn’t made official or anything you but it definitely felt like it was. the two of you shared hugs that lasted longer than it should’ve. you were always doing something thoughtful for him like buying him new clothes or even food…to which choso couldn’t help but throw on his awkward crooked smile.

though, choso was a pretty serious guy, you couldn’t help but laugh when he was being dead serious with you. the way he said certain things made you giggle even though there wasn’t anything to laugh at in particular.

he couldn’t lie and say it didn’t make him smile.

“hey…” choso cleared his throat. “what’re you doing up?”

“um..choso, it’s four in the afternoon.” you correct him in your soft and bubbly voice, your face never changing from your excited smile. if you smiled any longer, you were sure that your cheeks would start to hurt.

“huh?” choso glanced up at the clock on the wall in the kitchen that was pretty visible from the living room. his pupils retracted and his eyes widened, shocked about the time. he sighed and slumped back against the cushions of the couch.

“why didn’t you tell me? i was supposed to hang out with itadori today…” he sighed again, now rubbing his eyes. “i’m probably the worst brother ever.”

“you aren’t the worst, cho,” you smile at the curse, trying to reassure him. “you can still hang out with him. he knows how tired you can be.”

“yes, but i promised him i wouldn’t fall asleep and forget about him.” choso continued his moping, covering himself with his robe out of embarrassment…then it was quiet.

he went to sleep again.

you wondered why and how choso could just fall asleep so easily in the middle of conversations like that. his logic was also a bit confusing. he was so worried about yuji’s feelings but now he’s asleep as if he hadn’t been freaking out over it.

later that day, you were in your room playing roblox horror game on your playstation with yuji on the phone while choso was in the shower. you were waiting for him to get out so you can shower. you had to make sure you got that out of the way before you went to bed.

as you played your game, you remembered how dark the room was. you enjoyed being immersed in these games. turning up your volume as loud as possible. closing your door. turning off all the lights and even closing your curtains. you lived for the thrill of being scared.

you heard a click and a screech as your door opened, making you let out a loud gasp, saving yourself from tearing your vocal cords from screaming so much. 

choso was standing in your doorway, shirtless and his hair down. completely different from the twintails he usually wore…or his hair tied back, leaving his bangs to hang around in his face.

“you can go in now…” his low adverb voice spoke. “and why’re you screaming so much? is it that game?”

“oh, yeah, sorry.” you chuckled, finally calming your nerves. you were about to say something else until you heard yuji talking again. “oh…yeah, he’s right here. he was talking about you earlier.”

choso raised his eyebrows. you noticed he was doing that thing with his face…that nervous but excited smile. that was the most you seen him smile all day besides earlier today. he would quickly take your phone and put it up to his ear.

“uh…what do i say?” he asked. you just shrug, gesturing him to just say whatever was on his mind. he’d take your advice and walk out of your room, excitedly talking to yuji, starting with an apology.

you just smile at choso’s excitement and patiently wait until he returned with your phone.

that night, you had suddenly woken up after you fell asleep. your tv was off and your blankets were sliding off the bed. you seemed to be sleeping peacefully until you felt someone tapping you. you’d jolt awake and look up to see choso.

“your phone died,” he said, gently placing it beside you. he must’ve had your phone for a while or he just didn’t know when to come and wake you up. you were half asleep and you just nod, not really hearing much of what he said even though he didn’t say much.

“thanks, cho,” you say sleepily before lying down again. soon enough, you felt one side of your bed weigh down. choso was lying down next to you now.

“can i sleep in here with you?” he suddenly asked. “i don’t really wanna sleep by myself.”

that was a first. choso never asked to sleep in the same bed as you. you were too tired to question the curse’s actions and you agree to let him stay with you.

your eyes drift closed again, making yourself comfortable on the bed. soon enough, you felt a pair of arms snake around you.

“i gotta tell you something…um..don’t hate me.” choso began. “i mean, i doubt that you will but just in case.”

choso obviously seemed like a nervous wreck talking to you so closely to your ear. as you fight to keep your eyes open and listen to what choso had to say, you avert your eyes to look at him.

“why would i hate you?” you ask. choso’s cheeks visibly flushed a red color and he’d sigh, struggling to find the correct words to you so the conversation can go on smoothly.

“i…” you hear him pause. “i didn’t mean to fall in love with you like i did. you’re just so beautiful…and sweet. i don’t really know what i’d do without you here with me.”

you lay there processing what he had just said to you. a love confession? you couldn’t even fathom the words coming from your roommate’s lips.

“you don’t have to say yes if you don’t want to, i understand. i just wanted to ask you if you wanted to be my—” choso stopped again as if he were trying to remember something. a word. “do you wanna be my girlfriend?”

a tired smile stretched across your lips, “did you learn that from yuji or did you learn it yourself?”

“when i was talking to yuji on your phone…i asked him what it meant to have a crush on someone…and what it meant to be in a relationship. i mentioned to him that i felt like i’d die around you—that’s a good thing, i promise.” choso explained. “he tells me that it’s fine and that i should tell you how i feel.”

“well…yes, choso. i’ll be your girlfriend.” you say, your drowsiness still evident in your tone. choso released his grip from your body and sat up quickly.

“seriously?” he raised his eyebrows. he seemed unsure if he should’ve been excited. “um..this is good, right? yuji isn’t messing with me, right?”

you just laughed at him. something about his reactions were the cutest thing you could experience. it was like watching a cat play with a new toy.

“yes, seriously.”

“i have to tell yuji,” choso grabbed your phone and attempted to turn it on but it wasn’t working. it was still dead and you didn’t even bother to wake up and put it on the charger.

“tomorrow, cho. tell him tomorrow.”

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𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐔𝐒

“yuji,” choso whispered into the phone. you were still asleep in your room while choso had sat in the living room, trying to charge your phone. it took him a second to understand the concept of how long it can take to charge but he was patient until your phone reached a sufficient number so he could use it to make a call.

“i did it. i told her.”

“oh, you did? that’s awesome!” if your phone was any louder, you’d be able to hear yuji cheering over the phone for his big brother since the audio was on speaker. “well, now all you gotta do is be a cool boyfriend and a cool big brother.”

“i think i can do that,” choso smiled.

[kimbapchan]

I am so thankful to you all

I stepped away from the internet last night to collect myself. I've just now received everyone's messages and comments to my post and i am so thankful to everyone. While i cant respond to everyone, pls know i've read and took to heart all your kind messages.

There are even people who support my work and growth even if they are no longer in the same fandom (danmei) and I am so thankful for those people too! I am thankful to ALL OF YOU who took the time to message me last night.

CW: I will mention my body issues so pls be aware, you dont have to ready any further. I have PCOS so this year, I've decided to go on a weightloss journey and so far I've finally reached my healthy weight through healthy means/lifestyle changes, not from those crash diets. I've started cosplaying again because I finally feel like I can have the confidence to do it. I used to cosplay when I was in highschool up to college but I never felt beautiful or confident in cosplay because of my weight. NOW that I've finally reached a healthier weight, i feel i could and i did start cosplaying with my friend. I cosplay for fun and to help me heal myself with my body issues.

However, even with my healthiest weight now, I have been dealing with body dysmorphia and it's causing me quite a lot of distress and frustration with myself. Everyone around me told me I look good or I lost weight but I myself cant see it, i still see the unattractive unconfident obese girl i've always been and it sucks. Let me tell you, cosplay has helped me slowly heal myself and gain confidence. Seeing that comment stressed me out. But i am going to brush it off and continue what i do. I enjoy bonding with my besties and cosplaying with them. It's a hobby and something i do for fun. Not as a career or for fame. I dont expect everyone to love seeing their comic artist's irl face/cosplays. But i like sharing my fun pictures and cosplays nonetheless and if you also enjoy it, then yay thankyou! if not, thats fine. My comics are not going away, i will still post them. Just try to scroll past and look at my art instead.

also I have been treating tumblr as a little diary because I feel more open and vulnerable here so I also do apologize if I tend to be TMI or i post my ranty stuff here. I appreciate the warm and cozy atmosphere on this site XD

anyways, thats it for now. I think I'll continue resting for a bit, I'm still stressed out from last night but I will take it easy on myself. I am attending a con this weekend (and cosplaying there) so It will help get my mind off that horrible instagram dm. I blocked that person too. Thankyou again everyone! I'm sorry if you've read the whole thing XD but I appreciate you taking the time to do so!

[megabuild]

bit of a ramble below! tl:dr; i have insane person problems and realised that this blog isn't healthy for me so won't be coming back until i'm in a better place, i have no intent on deleting it but may password protect it in the coming days for my own peace of mind :P love yall!

the absolute basics on my situation is that i almost certainly have OCD, have been vocal about this likelihood in the past, and while i was aware i was susceptible to obsessions and compulsions irt online interactions and my posts on here i was not actually aware of how debilitating the effect this was having on my life was until i went completely cold turkey and blocked tumblr from all my devices. like genuinely night and day. i have so much more free time when i'm not spending it constantly name searching on every platform available and scrolling through my blog over and over to be sure that i didn't post a slur by accident lol. i'd rather not get into some of the stupider details of shit ive done in the name of perceived moral purity because that's nobody's business but trust me when i say it was like a weight got lifted off my fucking shoulders lol like i was having regular delusions about making a post so bad grian himself would say i should kill myself on stream and believing it was possible 😭 really good disorder guys i love having this

i have a lot to say about the way this community treats each other, both good and bad, but i think i'd rather hold off and make more informed and thought out posts on that when i'm not still reeling from all the bullshit life's been throwing at me. i do love and value this community so much, especially all the mutuals and friends i've made here. i've also been made extremely uncomfortable in the past by the easiness that people slip into very strange relationships not just with CCs but with their fellow bloggers. including me ! and i am a relatively small blogger in the vast scheme of things. this is no hate to anyone who's sent an anon or whatever, many of you are lovely people, but it's also like, well i have been literally stalked on this blog before so i feel i have justification for being a tad uncomfortable . again, a lot to be said on the celebritification of average people and the obsession on making sure one makes "Objectively Correct" choices when doing something as simple as watching a minecraft series and having opinions on it .. but alas, no brain for it right now, and also i would rather not risk the ire of twitter teenager #48 lest i be qrted by thumbnail artists telling me to lighten up and accept the steady decay of all that is good in this sphere in order to make room for more #Content. Sit down and eat your yaoibait you stupid faggot! sorry this is a serious post ignore that part

to any of my beloved oomfies you are free to message and ask for my discord though i am also being a bit difficult to reach over there rn my bad (and i may not get back to you quickly because as soon I post this I am logging straight the fuck back out).. i have made a separate tumblr account from this one which is less social media and more a little archive of images and art i like (and also is not related to mcyt at all, outside of maybe one or two art reblogs if i see something that really catches my eye) so if we've hung out and you don't exclusively post mcyt you might see me around in your notifs but i'd prefer not to be linked back here. any projects, fics, other blogs etc. i have been working on consider on pause for eternity, with the only exclusions being 3rd life miraheze (which i'm currently looking into options for but will certainly never go away! much love still to all our contributors who have worked tirelessly through wild life to update our various spreadsheets and tables) and aoyuer which i'm sort of picking up and taking away and hitting with hammers until it's sufficiently divided from mcyt and i can call it an oc story for real. peep my toyhouse if ye are so inclined and wont tell the adoptbrained callout squads over there that my oc once upon a time was lowkey rpf.

anyway this has already gotten far too long as i'm a chronic yapper and overexplainer but thank you very much for hanging out with me and talking about these stupid ass blocks. i have a handful of posts in the queue i wont be getting rid of and don't doubt i will come back to chat more shit in future but at the end of the day i'm here to have a fun time on the computer and i just was not having that anymore. i was having a scary and fucked up time on the computer, and life is too short to put yourself through that out of some butchered sense of responsibility to the niche follower base you've cultivated. if you also have ocd delete your blog as soon as it hits 1k like actually. if you worked in the askbox mines and are now facing redundancy then go follow my enemy thecoolerliauditore. or dont im not your boss anymore. im too busy homebrewing my 3ds. smooches mwahs !!!!!!!!!

[ludolka]

Hello! I follow you on both TikTok and here! A bit ago (a few days, perhaps?!) you posted a comic where Grian landed on one of the bots arm and perched there. I've been thinking nonstop about that, is there any other things like that he does? Does anyone else in his life have like.... Routines or behaviors I guess that sorta revolve around his bird-like attributes? (i.e like how bird owners will automatically turn fans off for their birds, even if they aren't around them, something of that sort!) I don't know if this counts as an au question, but I do hope it gives you a good opportunity to talk regardless! I hope you have a good timezones, and your art has made my brain into cheese I love it sm (also Im incredibly sorry for being so wordy! It kinda just kept getting longer!)!

Hey hey <3 first of all, thank you so much 🥺

And oo this is a great question, it works for both my Grumbo family AU and my general headcanons for Grian about him being an odd little bird creature

But definitely! I think everyone around him has gotten used to him being bird-like. He regularly perches on people’s shoulders or arms and because he lives for the chaos, he doesn’t always announce he’s coming, so the less suspecting and not that sturdy people sometimes fall over. He’s mostly owl, so he is a quiet flyer as well

Others also sometimes kinda mess around with him. When he’s tired or absent-minded enough, he’ll mimic sounds he hears around himself on instinct. So they’ll place amethyst blocks that make a sound that he’ll mimic. Or they zip and unzip their zippers repeatedly if they have any or tap on whatever block’s around, that he’ll also mimic the sound of. Idk, it’s funny to imagine others taking bets on how long until Grian notices and them being more and more outlandish with the sounds they make. I’ve seen so many videos of parrots imitating and repeating sounds like those, they are so adorable

Also, on that note, in Minecraft parrots sometimes make creeper sounds and I think Grian would also do that to scare others

Hmm, while it’s mainly Mumbo who helps Grian with preening, I could see Scar or Jimmy or one of his sons also help out whenever Mumbo isn’t available. Also, on preening, since very few people around him have wings, he often opts for the second best thing to show care, which is grooming their hair or just playing with it

I’ve seen videos of parrots sort of slap people with their wings and rub their heads against people to show affection, which are also things Grian does. I think he’s a physically affectionate person, so he sort of just rubs or bumps his head against people when greeting them or something like that

Also, I can see everyone knowing about nesting season and adjusting to it. Mind you, I don’t know much about bird behavior during nesting season, so this is just what I imagine him being like during it. That’s the time he gets very parental over everyone and everything and can get kind of overbearingly caring. So everyone just lets him take care of them and be more affectionate than usual. He also regularly builds a nest in his bed, hoarding every pillow and blanket along with a lot of clothes from the closet. The others have also learnt not to eat or hold eggs around him during this time

A bit of bird biology that I know, birds have hollow bones to be able to fly and cold feet. So Grian is very light and sometimes people forget about that, meaning that sometimes when someone picks him up for whatever reason, they put more strength into it resulting in Grian getting chucked. His feet are also very cold, giving people a bit of a jump scare when he perches on their bare skin, kind of like when someone puts their cold hands on someone’s face or neck after coming in from cold weather

Grian puffs up his feathers whenever he’s irritated, angry, embarrassed or scared. While he has a good poker face and can act convincingly, his wings always give him away

Some more bird-like attributes he has that I can’t really lengthily talk about, so I’ll just list them in this paragraph: he gifts his feathers to his friends, who sometimes make jewelry or little decorations using them. He loves everything related to music, singing, humming, dancing. His preferred method of courting is giving pretty rocks or shiny things he finds. He’s fine eating raw meat. He can communicate with other birds. He’s territorial like owls

Oh and also!! Regarding watcher Grian. I’ve drawn him in his watcher form once before and I like to think the more time he spends in that form, the less human and more animalistic he acts. His voice also gets distorted, sounding like it’s both coming from everywhere and from inside your head. But I’ll talk more about watcher Grian some other time if anyone’s interested

Aand that’s all I have rn, but I’ll reblog this and add more to this if/when I think of more

[wtfforged]

how are your shapes so good. does it just come to you naturally or do you have some super secret resource or what? i love your shape language and i'm gonna try to improve mine so if you have any tips that would be greatly appreciated 👍although i get youve been drawing for a while and this stuff can kind of just be ingrained into you so if you cant really think of any thats fine too. love your art!!

HI THANK YOU i went on a super rant so im gonna hide it all under a read more lol

it does come a bit more naturally to me just because i dont really understand how to draw things WITHOUT breaking them down into shapes (especially since i was drawing robots for so long lol), but i also think my artstyle just naturally got more shapey as i tried to have more fun with art and especially as i started incorporating what i enjoyed from artists i like. an obvious example would be oda's art throughout one piece since i genuinely do think my art took a big positive turn as i started reading it lolol. i have so many screenshots of panels i enjoyed or thought looked cool cause he really is just a master at it all- i especially like the way he uses the line of action, shapes, motion, and expressions, and try to study them a lot. i also looked at some of my favorite artists, like bucketofrobots, monstyra, estridd, aciescoutex, or onebadnoodle to name a few who inspired me. Dont tattle on me btw this is our secret.

so first tip is just See how others be doing it. but that can be for literally anything in art not just shape- thats just how i started. im a very monkey see monkey do kind of person

second tip! is literally to break stuff down into their simplest shapes and action lines. which sounds redundant tbh when i type it out but i mean it. simplify things down to their bare components- especially with the parts you want to emphasize in mind- before you build on them (if you build on them at all ofc). heres some examples of some of my sketches when i do make them, and some with outlines for ones that i wasnt super clear/clean about. i literally will block out and break down the forms into simple shapes, even using lasso tool like in the second image first (especially if i really dont know what to draw pose-wise). sorry a lot of these i was playing with perspective but those or drawings where i have a very specific or difficult pose in mind are just the only pieces where i actually have a sketch layer instead of just jumping right to coloring my sketch which is what i do most of the time

and when i say "parts you want to emphasize", im thinking especially with motion or certain parts of a characters design, like really pushing those shapes so that its visually clear What Is Going On. for example, in the 1st sketch above, i wanted to emphasize that zoro was like, sliding in and about to unsheathe his sword in a really cool combat-y pose. or in the 2nd sketch, the character is supposed to be sort of mid-jump so i left some space around him and exaggerated that movement, as well as his thing being that he has cool giant punch-y gauntlets and is probably about to punch some baddie, so i put that right in the camera. and the third is the same, i wanted to exaggerate the running movement as well as the creepy hand since those are important to that character. and here in this fourth image below i wanted to emphasize one character being too pushy and overly friendly, while the other is very uncomfortable about it, so i really played with one leaning into the other and the other leaning away, etc etc you get the idea for the rest of the examples that i redlined.

im sorry if this doesnt make much sense or is hard to read because its too wordy. im not very good at wording stuff right especially with explaining my thought processes. im a bit too much of an instinct type person so it feels like when i explain stuff i just go "and then you go bwaaahhh! and booom! and babam!! and thats how i do it".

so if this sucked heres a post by EtheringtonBros thats kinda similar to what im saying, and a youtube video from fourleafisland that also, is kinda similar to what im saying and has very good points!!!!!!

thank you again!!!!!! sorry this was so long. hell i even wish it was longer just bc i really wanted to include some aforementioned oda screenshots but i got embarrassed of how many of them were just zoro and gave up on searching and i didnt wanna take much longer on this cause im already late to gaming with friends help. just open the manga yourself and look at whenever he draws sanji or luffy. theyre both extremely shape.

[dflogerzi]

It has taken me an entire night and the next morning to gather my thoughts. I think most of the world is doing just that as well. And who we are will be shown in how we now walk forward as people and as individuals.

I was a very little girl just in school when JFK was shot. I remember the day clearly even though I was very young. They dismissed us and sent us home, which looking back would never have happened in these times. I was far too little to be walking home the three or four blocks in the middle of the day, with no parent waiting.

I also remember when Reagan was shot. Clearly. Many people have not connected the family that was involved... and whom they were close friends with. I do not speak of it much any longer, I have learned that it does not serve anyone to do so. For in these days people firmly believe what they do, no reason to banter on. But I am going to say this... The very same people who saw out Kennedy almost did the same with Ronald Reagan. And I do not care a bit who believes me or not.

I had in the past few years bowed out of my own searches, journeying, and going down rabbit holes in an attempt to find quiet spaces for my days. I suppose I had decided to succumb to what I see as the inevitable. I saw no way out. I grew up around diversity, I played with children of all colors growing up, and I served in a military that even in the 1980's had every type of person in every single shade you could imagine. I was ahead of my time I suppose. So seeing all sides of the coin was always easy for me. And I have always straddled the middle ground.

What each of us should be asking ourselves today is this... What are my goals? My personal goals for myself, my children, and my grandchildren? How do I want to see my neighborhood? My library? My places to walk, explore, use as recreation, and take pause in? The preservation of art, history, and relics from the past? What is of the most importance?

Anyone who is not seeing where the world is being led to is not truly observing without the severe propaganda that has been purposely thrust upon the masses. It was legalized more than a decade ago in the United States, and it has been a major success in it's efforts. Mankind is losing, and in my opinion, on purpose. And we are even being openly told so. It is not being hidden. I think it is part of the NWO belief system actually... that we are told outright and we accept it. Or never listen. Like the sheep we are often likened to be.

So another attempt was made to end a life yesterday due to politics. And instead of a country who goes to the polls, in real and valid elections where EVERYONE casts one vote, legally and lawfully, a different future was instead being thrust upon a nation as an attempt. I would have far less worry about entering into a socialist and global state if I felt it was a REAL and lawful vote from every citizen of the country I belong to. I do not believe our elections are safe. And I believe they have not been universally in a long, long while.

We are not just looking at the character of our leaders... but we are looking at the character of each one of us. I am so grateful today that I am on the other side of my life span. And I am so sorry for our grandchildren who may never know some of the beauty of this world. It has been heart breaking to watch the decline of our civilizations.

So much evil. And I will submit from the cheap seats, up in the peanut gallery, that the very same people attempted to take a life yesterday as they have before. Some still alive as accomplices...

This is not about political parties. Anyone who believes that is sleeping far better than I am. This is about humanity. And integrity. And love for our world.

Okay. I suppose I will post this. And then onward with the day. Which is all each of us actually have. Seize it. As I am going to. Love to my friends here.

[snartffle]

Sorry to worry anyone, I have an update.

Thank you to those that have been leaving asks and messages checking up on me. The past little bit has been…hectic to say the least.

You all know I’m a trucker. I drive 18 wheelers for a living. A couple of weeks ago I was hired to pull from Arizona to California as a route that would last about two weeks. January 7th, the wildfires started and it was fine at first. It wasn’t anywhere near where I needed to be. Then it got a lot bigger and people started evacuating and blocking the roads. My truck got stuck because people in front of us were abandoning their cars. Luckily, I was near where they started bulldozing and was able to get my truck out. My route was cancelled, obviously, so I had to make my way back home. Me and my partner ended up spending about four days ferrying a couple of evacuating families. In the mess, my iPad, my laptop, and my Switch got stolen. I don’t want to say it was from one of the families we helped, but it was around the time. I don’t blame them, though. They’d be needing all the money or happiness they can get. I wasn’t the one who lost my house.

As it is, I’ve now lost years of drawings and projects. Months of work. All of my fanart and the like. For now, until I can afford a new iPad after a few repairs to the truck, I will not be posting art. I may transition to doing little dribbles and ficlets for a bit, depending on how things go, but I do not see myself being the most active for a while.

I am sorry I was unable to keep up communication, but it was with reason.

So, for now, I am going to be taking a long hiatus. Thank you all for your interactions and I hope to be able to talk with you all soon!

[clegfly]

Woo, it’s about time I made one of these… *cracks knuckles*

MORE ABOUT ME!!!!

HIIII!!!! My name is clegfly, or just cleg!!!! I’m an artist/ writer / professional paint drying critic/j. I’m just a silly person doing silly things, don’t mind me. I use they/them pronouns and I am aroace!!!

LIKES

BULLET POINTS BULLET POINTS BULLET POI

Pancakes. All day. All the time. Everywhere, anywhere. Pancakes

That goes for bacon too

JELLYYYYYYYYYY!!!!1!1!1!

Why are these all foods what else do I like uhhhh

Warm. And cosy bed. And fire. And all that stuff

OLD COMPUTER AESTHETIC!!!!!! N64!!! WINDOWS XP!!!! ALL THAT SHIT

Bugs in theory

PLANTS

MUSICAL THEATRE

Graphic novels

Video games… ough my beloveds

Books

Okay now this is too long

Oops

Sorry

JELLYFISH JELLYFISH JELLYFISH

The ocean full stop actually

In theory

CHINCHILLAS

Uh

Yapping

Analysis

IS BREA LIOM GAEILGE!!!1!1!2!!1

Law

History

Drama (as in like. Theatre)

DISLIKES

anything on my DNI >:((((

Bugs in practice

Sport

Exercise

I’m literally hero omori

Commitment

Stress

Internet drama

Anyone who gatekeeps like. Anything.

INTERESTS???

All day every day, baby.

MAINS

OMORI- main interest as apparent by one peek at my blog… The brainrot is immeasurable and everlasting. Send help. It’s been almost four years. I love this game, its characters, story, EVERYTHING so fucking much. I’m like a billion pounds in debt to it also. I will be homeless but at least I will have my big ass heromari collection.

PMMM/ Madoka Magica- my favourite show! Consisting purely of sparkles and sunshine!!!! Why are you crying??? I’m sure not!!!!

DDLC/ Doki Doki Literature Club- another favourite of mine!!! I see a well-written cast of characters I deeply relate to go through extreme horrific horror beyond any of their comprehensions and I’m SOLD!!!

Coraline- the horrors are all consuming, but at least it’s both a visual and extremely well-written treat!!!!

TADC/ the amazing digital circus- won’t lie, watched this show when the pilot dropped and LOVED it, but forgot about it after a while as it didn’t stick with me. Then episode three came out and I’m now reduced to a blubbering mess whose brain is now significantly comprised of two fictional chess pieces. What happened? I don’t know. Send even more help.

LITTLE GUYS THAT HURT MY BRAIN SOMETIMES

Petscop

Fnaf

BATIM/ bendy and the ink machine

BSD

Deltarune

Undertale

Hawaii: Part II

SUBJECT TO CHANGE BECAUSE IM PROBABLY FORGETTING LIKE 20 AND ALSO HAVE LIKE 20 STILL TO DISCOVER

HOBBIES?!2!2!

Ya!!!! :D

Art

The main thing I do on my silly little page!!

…in which the art is mostly unfinished doodles… but that’s okay!!!! We ball anyway

YOU CAN SEND THE CLEG REQUESTS!!!!! ALL DAY ANY DAY UNLESS I SAY OTHERWISE!!!! Do not expect premium quality though lmao. (And also nothing related to DNI. Shouldn’t have to say this but. Uh. Yeah)

You cannot yet commission the cleg :(

you can view all of my art via the my art tag on my blog!!!!! most of it should be there :)

Writing

Currently on a writing hiatus and have been for a little while (5 MONRHS WHAT) but… i do!!!! That!!!! Aka I write fan fiction AGH

Mostly. Heromari stuff. Actually all heromari stuff. I think I have one fic that isn’t heromari and it’s one I co-authored I love them your honour…

Yeah

DNI

Bit of a bummer, but I gotta set my boundaries to keep the riff-raff out!! That being said, do NOT interact with my blog whatsoever if you:

Are a shotacon, lolicon, pedo, etc etc etc. (yucky. Yuck yuck yuck. Fuck off)

Are a proshipper

Are homophobic

Are transphobic

Are aphobic/ arophobic (why. Why are you even still here)

Queerphobic in general actually get OUT!!!!

Actively shit on any of my main interests. Like ACTIVELY go out of your way to tell me how bad it is (what. What is the point. Just go)

NSFW is on thin ice but I will likely just block the tag if you post about it so it doesn’t really bother me!!... however PLEASE keep it away from me I am very sex repulsed and WILL block you ON SIGHT!!!

Are racist/ xenophobic

There is likely LOTS more I’m forgetting so I will update this later… also just saying I reserve the right to block ANYONE no matter if you fit into this criteria or not. If I don’t vibe with you I will politely block you and look the other way!!! No theatrics required, I just want to curate my experience and NOT cause needless conflict hsjshshsh…

Anyway with all the negative stuff out of the way… I really hope you enjoy my blog!!! I’m just here to have fun honestly and express my ideas and passions and work on a little page of the internet so!!!! Hope you have fun too!!!! :D

[alexlesuagz]

Hey guys!!

Really sorry I haven’t been posting for a while. Honestly, I’ve been feeling really shitty lately, and school started around around a week ago, so uh yeah!! That’s fun! I’m a junior now!

This is just gonna be a bit of an art dump rn — my motivation’s still in the pits and it sucks man

TW for blood and a knife in the last artwork btw

(READ THE ALT TEXTS PLEASE)

Fun fact!! The Cagepool drawing took 13 hours to complete, and lowkey I STILL can’t draw blood properly!

Anyway, so that’s all for now! Creator’s block is currently kicking my ass, RIP