#tag things correctly!

[lil-gingerbread-queen]

"Robin brings light to the darkness" or something

[demigod-of-the-agni]

The pishacha are manifestations of evil itself, locked within a cursed amulet. The wearer of the amulet is at the mercy of the demon, known for possessing humans and feeding off their host's chakra energy. However, if symbiosis is achieved, the pishacha can grant its host a myriad of powerful abilities.

I just needed to draw something cool okay. I needed to draw some cool goop and some cool looks okay. okay. if I didn't post this I would have exploded okay

[clownfucker21]

My brother was calling me autistic and I said "I am, I am!" And our minds split into two different meme paths. My brother, the good doctor meme. Me, ihnmaims.

And thus this was made.

[mepomepo]

Posted this on my alt initially but I actually think he's decent enough to post here hkvkjgjg

Fun little doodle I finished while I was at a con!

[tunamayuuu]

Q !! Yumeno

nayhida reference if you squint hard enough

[kondietorei]

"I thought I finally found a friend I could relate to."

[arcaneyouth]

you know what i am gonna make my own post about it. ghost trick spoilers under the cut

in a very non judgemental way, this post was prompted by people who read yomiel as queer for the same things that made me see him as a lot like myself in a chronic/terminal illness way. the queer readings are extremely valid, i just wanna point at how much this connects to people like me in a very blatant way, and yet not a way i have (personally) seen talked about much

it is so dehumanizing to be chronically/terminally ill. (for the purposes of this post, i am going to use these terms interchangeably because i am a person who is chronically ill with an illness that could have killed me easily so they are, for me, quite the same). it is so awful and horrible to feel like you are doomed to this fate of being a ghost when you think you're supposed to be alive but no one will look at you that way because to them you are already dead. and yomiel captures that fucking excellently.

forced to ""live"" for 10 years but never being alive the entire time. all he fucking wanted was to live until it was time to die properly. he wanted people to accept that he's like this and love him anyways. he wanted to Exist but the way he's existing isn't right, so he's been forced to be alone for 10 years stuck in this fucking limbo of life and death.

and as a chronically ill person that really. really fucking resonates. maybe it would have been ok if he had just been allowed to exist as he is. been allowed to be dead. if he hadn't become so isolated by the giant shadow that is his own death. being ill is isolating. the fact that he's puppeting around a body that doesn't feel like it's really his anymore.... what terminal illness does to a motherfucker fr fr.

and god. the moment with lynne, where she is the first person to understand what he's feeling. how everything about his death feels like it dragged him down into an endless void, and she Gets It and that alone makes him really start to want to change.... fuck dude. it's not pity, it's not denial, it's someone finally reaching out a hand and understanding what it means to be like This. to be nothing but a ghost to everyone. and that's what makes him feel like a person again.

makes me insane. anyways happy disability pride month

[t00thpasteface]

my arcade/king blackout wedding fic is DONE and since it takes place the morning after, i wanted to treat everyone to this flattering snapshot of what i left out. read the fic here:

"someone dishonoring their marriage vows? NOT IN VEGAS!"

[mogoce-nocoj]

thanks jokeroutsubs for bringing this early version of vkv to my attention because bojan and kris starting to sing the last chorus together without kris falling back into his falsetto is just. 🫠

[magpod-confessions]

(not a confession just a bit of a rant)

i think the tma/tmagp fandom needs to collectively realise that these are HORROR podcasts. and even if the episode or whatever doesn't scare you, it is made to be terrifying and will scare someone else. rusty quill puts content warnings in their episode descriptions for a reason.

tumblr has these handy content warning tags, and it takes about 2 seconds to add them to your post. so when you post art of an episode, chances are you should be adding a few content warnings there.

I saw it with art of needles for a bit, even though the fear of needles is actually quite a well-known phobia. Now i'm seeing it again with tmagp 11. I've seen several pieces of art and not one of them had any content warnings.

i really did not have a great time with tmagp 11's statement, and i really don't need to be reminded of that everytime i scroll through tumblr because nobody can be bothered to tag their posts.

it's not that hard. and just a little bit more effort might stop someone from accidentally coming across their worst fear.

also, and this is less of a pressing issue, maybe it isn't just art that should be tagged with tw. just the words are designed to be terrifying. so if you have quotes from episodes in a text post, quotes that are designed to provoke fear, tag that too.

(also, just because you don't know the name of a phobia, doesn't mean it doesn't exist. it just confuses me that we can all tag stuff for scopophobia and eye contact but not thalassophobia??)

(respond to this as honestly as you want, i don't care. i just wanted to share something that's been bothering me lately)

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[estrellami-1]

If I Should Stay

Trigger warning: period-typical homophobia and associated slurs

Part 1 | . . . | Part 37 | Part 38 | Part 39

Allison smiles at Eddie as they listen to Steve bicker with Dustin. Eddie glances at her, sees her smiling, and looks… disgusted. “God,” he says with a sneer, “you thought we were serious? That we’re some fags? You thought you could have your picture-perfect little dream life, didn’t you?”

Allison feels fear tingle down her spine. She gets off the counter and makes her way around the island, angling it between her and Eddie, letting her get close to the sliding doors that lead to the backyard.

Just then Steve comes back in, and Allison pleads with her eyes. “Steve? Bubba?”

“Sorry, Allison,” he says, though he doesn’t sound sorry. “You thought we’d accept you being a dyke?”

He and Eddie begin to laugh, and as tears prick at her eyelids, she feels behind herself for the door, throws it open, and steps outside.

Except she’s not outside. She can feel herself calming down slightly as she recognizes the hallway: it’s the one on the way to Cassidy’s room. “Cass?” She calls timidly, wiping her eyes. “Cassie?” She opens the oh-so-familiar door and freezes in the entryway. It’s not Cassidy’s room; it’s a room she’s never seen before. It looks like a meeting room. Her father is at one end of a long table, her mother just to his right. Steve’s to his left, with Eddie to his left, and Cassidy is on her mother’s right. The rest of the table is filled with friends and acquaintances from school, all staring at her, judging her.

She takes a step back. “Daddy?” She asks, like she’s five years old again.

Richard Harrington sighs. “Honestly, Allison, I thought we raised you better than this. Your mother and I didn’t raise you to throw your life away like a prostitute.”

“Dad, I love her,” she pleads.

Cassidy scoffs. “Do you? When you forgot my birthday? When you got me earrings for our anniversary? When you keep dragging your feet about everything?”

Allison gapes. “I- I didn’t- we celebrated later,” she tries weakly. “You said you loved the earrings. And I’m- I’m not trying to drag my feet-”

“Allison,” Cynthia Harrington says, spreading her hands. “We just want what’s best for you, darling. Come with us.”

The rest of the table starts murmuring, with us, come, come with us, and Allison’s heart kickstarts in her chest before she runs out of the room.

She ends up on a cursed-looking landscape, with dead earth and red sky, sticky vines and prehistoric-looking beasts.

She sees a clump of dead trees and sprints towards them, hiding in between them as best she can.

“Allison?” She hears, and her heart thumps in her chest, but how can she be sure?

“Alli? Baby?”

She turns around to see Cassidy trapped under a fallen tree, and she gasps. “How’d you get here?”

“Please,” Cassidy groans, tears tracing down her cheeks. “Please help me, baby, it’s on my ankle, I think it’s broken-”

“Cassie,” Alli sobs, falling to her knees next to her. “I’ve got you, okay? I’ve got you.” She does her best to lift one end of the log off of Cassidy, enough so Cassidy can wiggle out. When she’s out, Allison drops the log and wraps Cassidy in a hug. “Baby,” she whispers. “Baby, I’m so scared.”

“I know you are, sweetheart,” Cassidy says, but it’s not Cassidy, and Allison steps back and looks up with a gasp.

“W-what- who- who are you?”

His face contorts into a sickly grin. “I have many names,” he says, raising his arms as if to embrace her again. She eyes him distrustfully. “None of them will make any difference to you, though, since you’ll be dead before you can use them.”

She pivots on her heel and runs, ignores everything she can that isn’t her feet pounding on the dead earth. She suddenly hears a bit of music, which is so unlike anything she’d experienced in this place that she instinctively turns to it. It sounds almost like Steve.

“Darling, you got to let me know,” the voice sings, “should I stay or should I go? If you say that you are mine, I’ll be here till the end of time. So you got to let me know, should I stay or should I go?” Then the voice starts speaking. “C’mon, Al,” it murmurs. “You gotta fight, please. I just got you back, c’mon, I can’t lose you again. Not this soon. I won’t let him have you, Al, but you’ve gotta fight too.”

He starts the next line, and she suddenly sees something like a portal in front of her. As she gets closer, she can see herself, floating off the ground, eyes rolled back in her head. Steve’s standing on the counter, trying to reach her ear to speak. “Bubba,” she murmurs, running as fast as she can. Something tells her to look behind her, but she knows it’ll cost her speed, so she doesn’t, just runs to the portal and jumps through, back into her body.

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[siroofington]

[ID: a colored manga panel of Opera from the Mafia AU of Welcome to Demon School! Iruma-kun. They're showing off a picture on their flip phone of Iruma sleeping. Narration reads, "Opera; Former homeless kid. Presently, Iruma's bodyguard."

Their outfit is a black suit and tie with a red shirt, along with leather gloves and a black choker. The coloring has a purple background with yellow screentone highlights. End ID]

tried a bit of coloring + cleaning!

original

[ID: the same picture as before, but uncolored, and with some extra text that isn't covered up. end ID]

[generallyjl]

our scrumptious scoundrels!!

[thereweredragonshere]

Intro post :D

Hi hi hello hi I’m thereweredragonshere and I have had a hyperfixation on how to train your dragon for 3 years in counting. I have been through several fandoms and still maintained this hyperfix so it’s not going anywhere anytime soon. Almost everything I post is httyd related; mainly art and stupid crap I do when I’m bored. But there will be the occasional rant about whatever the fuck I’m unhappy about (expect a lot of httyd3 dissing)

If I’d have to guess what my blog has become most known for it’d be Buff Astrid. Girl I have a problem with this woman. I took it upon myself to correct the mistakes of dreamworks and gave Astrid her 6’2 raging muscle machine body that she deserves. And made Hiccup 5’7 because get out of here with that 6’1 Hiccup crap. No🤗

Requests (ama) - Open

I take any requests! :D (within reason) to do with how to train your dragons :) I’ll draw the characters, the dragons, action shots, whump, romantic/intimate, ships, platonic. Literally whatever, it just makes me happy to draw them weird disproportionate creatures. I won’t draw anything explicitly sexual, but hey who am I to refuse a bit of spice. I also have an ao3! (Linked below) so feel free to request a fic :)

Commissions - Closed

I’m not currently accepting any paid commissions, I don’t know when I will be, but for now, I don’t take them :)

Mini art portfolio thing:

Obligatory please do not reupload or claim my art as your own anywhere!

Ao3 - Where I upload pretty much exclusively Hiccup whump.

Tiktok - Where I upload stupid httyd related art skits

Thank you for stopping by my blog :)

[moeblob]

Every single time I draw for an anime I think to myself "never again will I draw for an anime" and then I am proven wrong. So here, take my daughter Lulu.

[ophii]

i can be shel for her