#I’m sorry I’ve been gone I really love sharing my art but this year has been so hard

[dial-a-dyke]

Do you know about Queering the Map?

Hey y'all! I wanna highlight a queer platform I've been really interested in recently, one that has gained popularity in the last couple months especially. You might recognize this heartbreaking and intimate excerpt from Gaza that's been circulating social media platforms in the last couple months:

I’ve always imagined you and me sitting out in the sun, hand and hand, free at last. We spoke of all the places we would go if we could. Yet you are gone now. If I had known that bombs raining down on us would take you from me, I would have gladly told the world how I adored you more than anything. I’m sorry I was a coward.

The post comes from queeringthemap.com which, according to their Instagram, "is a community-generated counter mapping platform for digitally archiving LGBTQ2IA+ experience in relation to physical space."

Basically, Queering the Map allows you to post your own queer memories from anywhere in the world, completely anonymous. Wanna mark where you and your girlfriend had your first date? Drop a pin. Wanna place yourself in the middle of the ocean as a metaphor for unrequited love? Drop a pin. Wanna reflect on being the only queer person in your town? Drop a pin.

There is no limit to what users can post - or what they can see. Every post that users have ever created is still on the site, serving as make-shift digital archive for queer memories. Posts are public to any user who visits the website, allowing people to browse the digital globe and the queer experiences people have shared.

Founded by Canadian artist Lucas LaRochelle in 2017, Queering the Map has connected countless LGBTQ2IA+ people from around the world. Some like to share their own memories, others find hope in reading others' posts, and some share the posts to other platforms for rhetorical purposes.

Take the excerpt above from Gaza, for example. It first began to circulate the web (to my knowledge) roughly a year ago, and then again in June after it was featured in a NYT article. Then, in October, Instagram, Twitter, Tik Tok, and Tumblr users began sharing the screenshotted post to show solidarity with Palestinians - especially queer Palestinians. The Dyke Project used this excerpt and others from Gaza to display on bus advertising systems. Something about Queering the Map captivated attention in a unique way - something about it made people feel like it was the right place to turn in moments and feelings of tragedy and horror.

Other times, people share posts that simply spoke to them. Illustrator Aude Nasr brought some posts to life, helping us picture the moments people were trying to document. I've posted some of Nasr's art here.

I encourage you all to check out queeringthemap.com at some point, if not to post for yourself but to just see the beautiful, lively, and complicated memories someone, somewhere, wanted you to see. And to my queer siblings everywhere: I am constantly amazed by our desire to connect with each other, to defy borders and time, and to write our stories down.

Quick userguide:

Entering the website, users find themselves in a zoomed in location on the map. The water is blue, but the land is pink with dotted lines indicating borders between states or regions, and straight lines between countries. Using their mouse, one can scroll to zoom in or out. Memories are marked on the pink map by black location tags, which you can click on to view the specific memory a user shared for that location, or simply run your mouse over it for a smaller box to show the text. Zooming out too far, a user might see a black blob, no pink space in sight as so many memories have been posted to a particular region.

Were you familiar with Queering the Map before this post? What about before the last couple of months? What Queering the Map entry speaks to you? What does queer memory making mean to you?

Here's some posts I've been thinking about lately.

It gets better. When I first got here I was so unsure of myself and if I would be accepted. Now, I know I am loved, I am more sure and I have been accepted and embraced unlike ever before. Roll Pride baby!

came out to my daughter here while driving her to school, 6 years later and 6000km away she came out to me .

Came out to my folks. It didn’t go too well.

Was with the cutest guy I’d ever met

I’m from rafah and she’s from deir al balah, she got married later and i left gaza strip, to this day i think of you, to this day i wish to be back to sleep with you in the same bed, i want you to call for my name again, i wish if i can be with you again my heart. بحبك وبالرغم من الي صار دايما في بالي.

Idk how long I will live so I just want this to be my memory here before I die. I am not going to leave my home, come what may. My biggest regret is not kissing this one guy. He died two days back. We had told how much we like each other and I was too shy to kiss last time. He died in the bombing. I think a big part of me died too. And soon I will be dead. To younus, i will kiss you in heaven.

First kiss 16 years ago

One day, this sea will not divide us.

i hope your family knows i will love you until the day i die. i hope we meet in every life, no matter how many times you break my heart. Wo ai ni

故事从这里开始 : ) Un día te olvidaré, no importa que sea tan difícil. Me lo creo.

#queer #queer history #lgbtq #sapphic #gay

[ebp-brain]

new fic coming soon!

Hi! I have news: I’m going to be posting a new multi-chapter HP fic soon! It’s a canon divergent 1980s fic about the Marauders as part of London’s queer wizarding arts scene. (Spoiler alert: Remus and Sirius are going to fall in love in it.) It’ll be called The Bent, after the gallery where the Marauders show their works.

I’ve been feeling the importance of our queer history especially intensely these last few years, what with all the transphobic and homophobic attitudes and laws that have been on the rise. In particular, I think it’s crucial to remember how central the fight against censorship has been to queer activism. In the 1980s and 90s, the AIDS crisis ramped up anti-queer sentiment, some of which manifested as pushback against queer art and literature. This art was called “obscene”: the bodies were perverse, the sex deviant, the people threatening to children and families. One response from some gay and lesbian people was to attempt to conform to straight norms, reassuring the public that they were harmless and ordinary—just like everyone else. Another response was to get weirder, defiantly embracing kink, non-conformity, and radical politics. These days, it feels increasingly important to me that we take the latter route; it seems clear that no amount of insistence that we are “safe” to be around will make queer people safe from the far right. 

So I wanted to write a fic that imagines a queer wizarding arts scene of the 1980s pushing back against rising anti-queer, anti-part-human, and blood supremacist attitudes and legislation. In order to make this work, I’ve gone a bit canon divergent, imagining that the war with Voldemort was averted but Death Eater ideology stuck around, simmering underneath wizarding society. The Marauders and friends all, therefore, got a chance to reach their late twenties, and no one had kids super young (sorry, Harry!). I’ve also decided that, like with other Muggle diseases, wizards don’t get AIDS, but the epidemic still has a big impact on the queer wizarding community. So everyone is navigating these complicated cultural waters together.

My plan is to post author’s notes here on Tumblr along with the link to each new chapter once a week. These notes will include some queer history related to the fic, with links for more info. I may also post some other stuff about 80s and 90s queer art and culture during the time I’m putting out the fic. I’ll tag it all “bent posting” and include relevant content warnings. I’m planning to post new chapters on Sundays, starting this weekend (Dec. 11); it’ll be twelve chapters long, and almost the whole thing is already drafted. It’s been living in my head for a long time and I’m really excited to finally share it with you all. <3 <3 <3

[img ID: detail from a Robert Mapplethorpe photo of the side of a man's head with curly dark hair in profile. Next to the head are the words "the bent by earlybloomingparentheses."]

#my fic #harry potter #hp #wolfstar #bent posting #earlybloomingparentheses #cw homophobia #cw transphobia #cw AIDS

[letmetellyouaboutmyfeels]

I usually don’t do this, but I’ve no idea how I’m supposed to reach out to you otherwise.

Let me start off by saying that you’re a very talented individual. You see, I was never really interested in Buddie, cause they weren’t canon on the show, but one day I stumbled upon a Buddie edit om tw and suddenly they didn’t seem so bad. Even though the edit was nice, but what truly peeked my interest and now love for Buddie were your AO3 works. It’s embarrassing how fast I’ve read your works over the past few days, I’m obsessed! You’re writing skill is fenominal, impeccable pacing and outstanding character descriptions. It’s always a pleasure to read your incredible work. It even motivated me to watch the show after all, which is to some degree a bit of a let down, compared to your Buddie storylines (wished you wrote the script of 911 😂). I’m truly thankful for all of your hard work and dedication! Thank you for writing these amazing stories for our entertainment.

Now to touch on the second point. Today, I went to AO3 (like the past few days) to find your works, but got no results. So I wondered, what happened?

Please don’t tell you’ve deleted your works! 😢

Oh my goodness anon, this is truly a very sweet message. I'm deeply flattered that you enjoy my works so much and that I could give you such entertainment and joy. It's why I write, and it makes me so grateful.

My works are not gone, and they are not deleted. I have, unfortunately, had to make them visible only to registered users.

There have been posts about it, but essentially it was confirmed that people are "scraping" (i.e. having a computer gather all the material on a site) Ao3 and using people's fanfics to train AI engines to write. This was suspected for a bit, but we now have confirmation. As a result, myself and many other writers have made our fics visible only to people who have an Ao3 account, so bots cannot get at it.

It makes me very sad to do this. I have many wonderful readers like yourself who do not have Ao3 accounts, or aren't always logged in, and now my works are inaccessible to them. I would recommend asking Ao3 for an invite, the wait is not very long right now, and many users on the posts I've mentioned have said they have invites to share if you contact them. Once you have an account, you can log in and read my fanfics and the fanfics of many others again.

None of us are happy about this situation, but we have to do what we can to protect our art, our hard work, that is being taken from us and we have no other way to stop it or fight back. No bot or AI program gets to take advantage of my 10+ years of hard work and dedication in developing my skill. And so unfortunately this is how it has to be until this issue with AI can be better resolved.

I am very sorry to have made you worry, and I apologize for what I'm sure is an inconvenience. Again, it deeply flatters me and fills me with gratitude to know how much you enjoy my work. I hope you're able to get an account and continue to enjoy people's work on Ao3 going forward.

Stay safe and treat yourself.

#mads answers things #mads writes stuff #putting that tag in there for organization/if anyone's tracking it #I know this is inconvenient for people but I have to do what I can to protect myself #everyone I know who's made their works available only to people with accounts is very upset about it #we appreciate all of our readers and that includes the lurkers

[hg-deranged-edition]

omgee I got tagged in a fic tagging game by @floredaqueen YIPPEEEEEEEEEE

20 Questions for Fic Writers (& Artists)

1. How many works do you have on ao3(Tumblr)?

I GOT 5 BUT TWO ARE TOTAL BULLSHIT

2. What's your total ao3 (Tumblr) word count?

I GOT 6,739 WORDS POSTED ONTO MY ACCOUNT TOTAL. 1,049 ARE BULLSHIT

3. What fandoms do you write for?

CURRENTLY ONLY THE HARRINGROVE FANDOM/WHEN I EVENTUALLY COLLECT ENOUGH BRAINCELLS I WILL WRITE FOR MORE. BUT THIS IS ALL I CAN MANAGE TO THINK ABOUT SORRY

4.What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1. IN WHICH BASIL THINKS OF HOW DEEPLY HE LOVES (OMORI)

2. AS THE WORLD CAVES IN (OMORI)

3. THE GREAT SUNKISSED RAMBLE (OMORI)

4. LOL MY PFP FOR YOU SWEETIES

(THE TWITTER ACCOUNT THE IMAGE WAS LINKED TO HAS BEEN GONE FOR ALMOST 3 YEARS BECAUSE I GOT MY ASS SUSPENDED)

5. God’s Very Simple and Love Shouldn’t Burn (Stranger Things) (I literally posted this today)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I LOVE COMMENTS I LOVE LOVE LOVE I RESPOND TO EVERYTHING FOR THE LOVE OF GOD LEAVR ME COMMENTS PELA

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

The one I posted today. God’s very simple and love doesn’t burn. YAY

7. What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Ummm Basil thinks about how deeply he loves? The other one is just a dream a character has lmao

8. Do you get hate on any fics (Art)?

None I can think of, no! No hate so far that is so oresome

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

my lawyers advice me not to answer this question

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

No. Sometimes I write crack but that’s for myself and I’ve never really posted it anywhere, only shared it among friends.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No. I don’t write enough for there to be anything like that lmao

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

*taps the previous answer*

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Technically I partook in a huge google doc with my friends that got so ginormous it crashed some of our pcs. And also text messages with me get crayzay

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

Soriku. No question.

15. What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I wil not answer this question because I am praying to god I WILL write it

16. What are your writing strengths?

Long rants about how a guy is feeling rn guys I’m so sad like you don’t understand guys strap in for the next 400 words about my despair in this maximum 1k fic

(They would have loved me in another century were I born English or German or French. Alas!)

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

writing.

18. thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Ganz einfach. خۆ هەر ئەیکەم

19. First fandom you wrote for?

first thing I published was for omori OH GOD WAIT NO MY WATTPAD ERA. it’s ok guys I only posted a prologue phew

20. Favorite fic you've written?

As the world caves in. But no one understands my dark twisted mind

Suggested tags. These are super high pressure. If you don’t play the game you will die, go to hell and have your family follow. Your wife and kids are toast bro.

@intothedysphoria @thatgirlwithasquid @dragonflylady77 the curse has been passed on

[forestwater87]

A Wall of Text About My OCs

Hi, guys! Uhhhh . . . long time, no see, huh? 

Yeah, I got no excuse. I mean, I’ve got tons of excuses -- new job, new partner, moving out of my parents’ basement finally -- but still. Sorry for being gone.

*blows dust off the mic* Anyone still out here?

OKAY, so why am I doing this of all things? Because I was reunited with a handful of the Camp Camp people still around and they got to sharing their gorgeous OC art and I . . . do not draw. But I do write! And it turns out, writing about your fanfiction is a whole lot easier than actually writing that fanfiction. 

So I can pretend I’m being productive and writing up a reference for future fic writing, while actually just rambling about my OCs like a total dork. Unedited, because this is a bajillion words and took me forever.

Anyway, have ya missed me?

Max’s family

Gotcha with that opener, huh? Yeah, I know how to manipulate the fandom after all these years. ;) 

Anyway, I think I’ve been fairly vocal about how little patience I have for the whole “Max’s family is abusive and neglectful and totes evil you guys, David should adopt him” thing, which means I went in a different direction. I don’t have a ton on his parents -- I know their names are Reyansh and Anika Sahni, and in terms of personality his dad is more bombastic and his mom is a bit quieter and gentler, but that’s about it -- but I’ve determined that they immigrated from India (where in India? Fuck, idk, I’m an idiot someone suggest a place) and have been working to the bone to get Max a foothold. Their English is decent but spotty because learning languages is really hard as an adult, better spoken than written, which is why they allowed Max to choose his own camp activity (which he didn’t do, because he didn’t want to go in the first place and yes this contradicts things I’ve written in the past shhh we’d only had 1 season at that point), and that combined with their 12-hour-a-day work schedules leaves him thinking they don’t care about him. They do, obviously, but it’s hard to express that when exhausted and struggling.

So Max is kind of a latchkey kid, sent to camp in the summer because it’s better than being left alone in an apartment and Camp Campbell is the best they could afford. Max resents them a lot, partly because he doesn’t really understand everything they’re sacrificing for him and partly because he doesn’t think they’re focusing on the right things; does it matter if he can go to a shitty summer camp if he never eats dinner with both his parents at the same time? Sometimes he lies and says they’re super wealthy and that’s why they’re such workaholics, but it’s mostly to get past the embarrassment of feeling neglected and not having anything special to show for it. But they love him and are doing their best, even if it’s far from perfect, and when Max gets older he’ll understand and appreciate them a bit more.

[Spoilers for my own fic, I guess?] His parents die in a car accident when he’s a teenager -- I haven’t decided when or where, but have in previous one-shots written it as on their way to get him from camp -- and he moves in with his sister. And oh boy, let me introduce you to . . . 

Kayla Sahni: A beautiful firebrand with a lot of ideas and virtually no follow-through. She’s around 10 years older than Max, and when he was little they were absolutely best friends. She has a rebellious and revolutionary streak, and would take him to various protests or to graffiti police stations or whatever -- wildly irresponsible, yes, but that’s something she never grows out of. In some ways she’s similar to David, with a streak of optimism a mile wide and a bright, peppy personality of someone that never lets anything get her down, but she’s also incredibly flaky, promising Max all sorts of things as a kid and never following through on them. Her parents often need to rescue her from her bad decisions, with the little money and time they have, leaving Max to feel even more ignored in comparison to his sister. Still, he idolizes Kayla and never blames her for anything that disappoints him, choosing David and his parents as repositories for the resentment and disappointment he gets from her. After their parents die and she has to take him in, Kayla doesn’t change her lifestyle much, still disappearing on random adventures without any warning and leaving Max to fend for himself, and it grates on him just as much as he wishes he could be like and go along with her. She loves her brother -- but really, she loves the idea of him, or the little-kid version of him that lives in her head, who never asked her for anything and hung on every word. Once she has to grapple with spending actual time with the real Max, the conflict between who they are and who they want their sibling to be makes things . . . incredibly messy.

Gwen's family 

For the Santos clan, I went with a very Long-Island-elites vibe, extremely wealthy and self-conscious about appearances, which means that Gwen is kind of a mega disappointment (and David even more so, when they meet him). New-money, with the dad definitely a first- or second-gen immigrant, and despite the fact that they made it real big they're still extremely aware of being out of place and in a precarious position. Everyone in this family is terrible at hugging and/or doesn’t understand the point of doing it. All in either law or business . . . and then there's Gwen. Oops. 

She spent her childhood being perfectly molded into a little debutante doll (I haven't mentioned it in any fics, but she's a virtuoso pianist from years of being forced to take lessons, and might be good at ballet too?), and as soon as she went to college she fell hard into the boho-hippie-artiste lifestyle as a way of rebelling -- dated a lot of starving artists covered in tattoos, picked majors her parents would never have allowed (which is why she had to pay for her own education and is the only one of the family mired in student debt), the whole shtick.

Cliché, maybe, but I think it's fun and developed all of this back when Season 1 had just finished and all we had to go on was her DESPERATELY not wanting to move back in with her parents.

So, from oldest to youngest:

Harrison: the patriarch. Written well before the episode where she had a canon dad so do not judge me too hard. My description of him makes me laugh so have it word-for-word: ``Harrison Santos was a broad-shouldered Hispanic man almost as large as Mr. Campbell, with tiny glasses perched daintily on his nose and a head as smooth and shiny as an apple. He peered down at David through his glasses, which made his dark purple (almost black) eyes seem much larger and more intimidating.`` Big guy, little glasses; it's always funny. He's a man of few words and lots of judgement. Silent but deadly, you know? I went kinda HAM with the "big scary dad" stereotype, but I needed David to feel entirely inadequate and that helped. He and Gwen don't really have a relationship, partly because he spends so much time working and mostly because they don't understand each other even a little bit and have nothing to talk about. Doesn't much like David, but not for any real reason; maybe because he's not masculine enough, maybe because he's white, definitely because he might be the reason Gwen's still working at that shithole of a camp. (At least David isn't covered in tats and piercings, though. Small mercy.)

Valerie: Extremely beautiful dark-skinned black woman with maroon hair and silver eyes. Some sort of business executive, never thought too hard about what kind. Agonizingly proper, gives off vibes of being the decision-maker in the family, and while she loves Gwen and wants what's best for her, they strongly disagree on what that actually is. Valerie would love nothing more than for her youngest daughter to get a job in a respectable law or accounting firm, marry someone from a good background, and secure the family's legacy, and she's terrified of Gwen ruining her life and/or their reputation. She thinks Gwen is overemotional and irrational and it permeates every conversation they try to have; she's pretty concerned David is a gold-digger, as well, and even if he isn't, playing in the dirt for pennies is a pretty humiliating occupation.

Samson (Sam/Sammy): Gwen's oldest brother. Ngl I have very little about him except that he's a nice guy, which is kinda rare in Gwen's family so that's kinda noteworthy. Dark-skinned like their mother, curly green-black hair that he keeps out of his face with a barette, very deep voice. I know Gwen was really close with him and his wife/kids before they moved across the country, and she's had trouble losing one of her only allies in the family.

Leon (Lee): Sam's fraternal twin. Kinda a shithead -- actually, no, definitely a shithead. Disaster bisexual; his major interactions with Gwen so far have been stealing one of her boyfriends, humiliating David at a family gathering, and flying out to Camp Campbell to try and get them back together after they broke up because he thought it was his fault and felt bad about it. A really successful accountant, but in his personal life he's a total playboy and never seems to take anything all that seriously. He loves Gwen, in his own way, but he's honestly too selfish to really be a good brother to her at all. Thinks every life decision she's ever made is absolutely hilarious, and has no problem telling her and the rest of the family that; every misfortune she has is another episode in the Gwennie's Fuckups Show, which is his favorite. Has a perpetual smirk. Dark green curly hair, lavender eyes, and more of a family resemblance to Gwen than probably any of her other siblings in terms of facial structure and mannerisms. In some AUs, where Gwen’s family lives in Sleepy Peak instead of NYC, Lee is Dirty Kevin’s high school boyfriend; their breakup wasn’t pretty.

Audree (Dree): An angel. My wife. I would die for her. Okay, no, let’s try to be serious here . . . Audree’s the only other daughter in the family, and Gwen’s big sister. She’s a successful lawyer with a killer fashion sense and generally stays out of trouble, which means she attracts a lot less negative attention than Gwen ever could and is considered something of the golden daughter. She’s a lesbian and definitely a bit of a flirt, but also the type who ends up perpetually bouncing back between “extremely serious relationship” and “single forever.” Extremely charismatic, but she’s also kind of harsh and terrible at being gentle or warm, and a bit of a snob -- not in a cruel way, but in a blind-to-her-own-privilege way that gets her in trouble sometimes with the eventual woman she falls in love with (more on her in a moment). Teal eyes, relatively dark, and I just realized I never assigned her a hair color. Since the rest of the family’s are either reddish or green (Christmas colors!), I’ll go with a fun, fiery red, kind of like Gwen’s lighter shade of hair.

Christopher: Literally a non-entity. Sometimes I forget he’s there, oops. His only contribution to the story is that he went off to California to run a surf shop and Sam eventually went along with him. Maybe I’ll give him a personality someday, but right now he mostly exists as “the other fuckup beside Gwen” in their family’s eyes.

Eric: Another virtual nonentity, but one I’ve put a weird amount of thought in. He’s basically a carbon copy of his mother -- very put-together, prim, fastidiously perfect -- despite looking more like his dad (in terms of skin tone and eye color, anyway; he’s very willowy, not buff). He’s very feminine, bordering on foppish, but definitely not gay; I haven’t decided if he’s bi (like every other character I get my hands on) or just a fairly girly straight guy, but either way he’s really self-conscious about it. Probably would resent David for reminding him of that, because let’s be real, David isn’t exactly the most masc person in the world either. His only sense of humor is a cruel one, and he’s always been and probably always will be a hell of a bully -- not the beating-people-up Nurf kind, but in a subtler, mean-girl way. If you cross him, he’ll probably get you fired, is what I’m saying. He’d have made an excellent Woodscout if his family hadn’t signed him up for something more prestigious. Staunch Republican, snooty, and while he worships and idolizes his parents, I’m not sure he actually loves anyone. Of all of Gwen’s siblings, Eric is probably the one with the fewest redeeming qualities, but sometimes it’s fun to have a villain waiting in the wings in case I need him.

And then there’s poor little Gwennie. Doing her best.

David’s family

I’ve talked about the Pine/Greenwoods in the past, but I can’t find the post so let’s do it again!

David’s family is a lot smaller than Gwen’s -- at the moment it’s just him and his mom, though his dad has intermittently been in and out of the picture. His parents got divorced when he was 14 (right after Jasper died, which was pretty rough on poor Davey), and since then he’s maybe seen his father once or twice? His mom basically raised him, and they’re absurdly close.

Harvey Greenwood: Another villain! He has aggressive Cameron Campbell vibes, but happens to be an even bigger monster. He got Cynthia pregnant when he was 30 and she was 17 -- ew, gross, very bad -- and married her as soon as she graduated high school. They managed to keep things together until David was a teenager, at which point all illusions of a stable relationship shattered and he took off. David knows he’s married and has a family, and periodically receives birthday cards (never on his birthday, never the correct age, and always addressed to Cynthia’s house because he can’t be bothered to remember where David lives), but otherwise his dad is AWOL. He’s the American to David’s half-American nationality, and while David inherited his bright red hair and green eyes, that’s about all they have in common. I just like big, masculine dads, I guess, because he’s also built like a Campbell -- I think it’s fun to mess with David’s sense of inferiority on that regard, because I’m cruel -- and has a big ol’ mustache. I did realize too late that this does sound like a jacked-up version of Harvey from Stardew Valley, and I feel terrible about it. SDV Harvey deserves better.

Cynthia Pine: A sweet Canadian cinnamon roll who’s never done anything wrong in her life, and never will. She’s a librarian in a middle school, so she’s very used to handling difficult people and is generally tough as nails, but with a sunshiny bubbliness that she passed on to David; she taught him how to smile in the face of everything going wrong, and is his biggest inspiration and hero. Like I mentioned, she was just a kid when she got married and had David, and her marriage was far from a happy one -- with all the affairs, neglect, and gaslighting Harvey did, it was probably in some ways a relief when he finally left, even if it meant she had to go from a stay-at-home mom to a breadwinner. She worked a lot after the divorce, meaning that David had to take on a lot of the household responsibilities and she didn’t get to spend as much time with him as either of them would’ve liked, but they’re still extremely close despite it, in an “us against the world” kind of way. She’s fiercely protective of her son, and while she likes Gwen and would never say a word against her, she’s definitely not comfortable trusting anyone the way David is. Which she considers a success, because she wants nothing more than for David to go through life having the joy and innocence she didn’t get to. Anyway, she’s real little, very young, with childlike features, lots of freckles, and thin blonde hair like duck fluff. She’ll kill you, don’t get me wrong, but she’d never get convicted because she’s so sweet and gentle-looking.

In addition to the actual family, we have David’s “family”:

Father Ray: Listen, I was going through an existential crisis during 2018 or so, and I needed to work out my religious angst with a non-homophobic religious figure. Therefore, we have a priest of one of those rainbow-flag churches, who took David in when he was young (his mom is very religious) and basically kept him from self-destructing without a father figure. I don’t have much to say about him, except that he was kinda there when I needed a non-shitty Christian in my own life. He probably won’t be in the story again, but I have a soft spot towards him anyway.

Julia Winters: Ohhhh boy, it’s our best girl. Julia’s technically not an OC in the classic sense -- there was a picture in Season 1 that showed David and Jasper as little campers:

And there’s a purple-haired girl that @hopefullypessimistic84​ adopted and made her own -- but it doesn’t matter because I want to talk about her, she’s perfect. (I feel like I’ve mentioned her in the past, but I seriously can’t find any of my old posts because Tumblr is the worst, so here we are.)

Julia, Jasper, and David all met during their first year of camp; I think Julia and Jasper were closer in the beginning because Jasper was Camper Extraordinaire and Julia was actually kind of excited about camp at first . . . Eventually she realized that camping sucked and befriended David, and at some point David and Jasper were thrown together and they became their own little problem trio. They’re all only children, so they considered each other siblings, and though Jasper and Davey’s relationship would obviously change (whether he dies or not), they’d always consider Julia their little sister. Her primary nicknames for David are Sunshine and Red.

She’s an ace lesbian and very uncomfortable around pretty girls. As she gets older she picks up somewhat more of a punk aesthetic, with a motorcycle and a bomber jacket, and gets a career in corporate photography that takes her all over the world. Despite this extremely cool veneer, she cannot stay even remotely chill if a woman flirts with her, and it’s quite cute. She’s somewhere between fat and buff, and could probably easily pick David up and put him over her shoulder. Eventually she’ll meet and fall in love with Gwen’s sister, Audree (probably at gwenvid’s wedding), and it’ll be . . . a little bit awkward, partly because she has no patience for the Santos family and partly because she grew up poor, and she and Dree have some friction over general culture clash. But at the end of the day they’re still an incredibly powerful couple that belong on the cover of the world’s gayest magazine and love each other very much and make me cry.

Anyway, I hope I didn’t forget any major OCs . . . though obviously if I did they can’t have been that important.

I know there are a couple exes of Gwen’s who are especially fun -- like Greg the creepy stalker and Damien, the ex who slept with Lee and then gave her a mannequin head as an apology -- and her roommate Claire gets like two sentences but is an adorable stoner with the personality of a teddy bear, but I think these are the important ones.

Sure wish I could draw literally any of them, though. Sigh.

#campcamp #cc max #cc gwen #cc david #this doesn't deserve to go in the main tags #i don't care though it took a lot of work #and it's the closest thing to content I've made in a long time #*drops like a dead bird* #here #forestwriting? #i mean kinda #if you read all of this you're a hero #and also i'm sorry

[ghost-proofbaby]

Arg my gaahdd my heart. He's so sad 💔 I remember being stuck on one line in particular in the oneshot,

'that they had witnessed the aftermath (if there had been any)'

if there had been any. It's in brackets even, like its not even important. The aftermath hasn't let up for him at all.

Wayne doesn't even talk to him anymore 😭 that part got my throat tight. Eddie has done an amazing job of alienating most people. Manager Matt sounds like he's been a much needed force in his life. Love him already.

My heart did a little squeeze at him not sleeping around. because that could have gone a completely different way. And I don't know if I remember right, but it doesn't sound like there's been anyone else for her either. My whole body hurts for both of them.

I did wonder if she's scored this job because of who she is, that he knew she'd be there, but once it was clear he didn't have a scooby doo, I wondered if anyone else had a hand in it.

My favourite part of this was his protectiveness of the album, how he doesn't want to share it.

'it isn't their blood, their tears across every track'

I kinda feel like this is how you guys feel about your writing before posting. It's hard to let go of something that's yours and that means so much.

My breath was caught up the entire chapter, it might be my naive tendencies but this felt hopeful. I mean, it's gonna get worse before it gets better I guess, but he doesn't seem angry to me. She does. Dragon breathing fire. That was great imagery. Not angry at him maybe, but the situation. Maybe she expects that he'll request someone else now he knows. She's maybe preparing herself that this'll be the very last time she sees him. There's so many ways this could go!

Obviously loved this, knew I would. It was gorgeously heartbreaking 🖤🖤

i’m so glad and honored that stuck with you because it was definitely an easter egg towards the fact that even if reader didn’t believe the breakup would affect eddie that badly, it did — terribly so. continues to do so, really. but we’ll find out the extent of that later on 🥲

eddie in this story is really really really going through it and i’m so sorry in advance. he’s not been having a very fun time during the two years that passed, and all that he really has left is his music (and even that is starting to be taken out of his control… like we saw).

and it’s 100% how we see our writing! at least, it’s how i do. i have to tread so carefully when it comes to posting because if i sit and ruminate on just how much i’ve put into each thing i post, i would surely spiral and never post another thing haha. but putting your heart and soul into something is what makes art so beautiful and lets it connect to others. and yes, creating in itself is therapeutic, but sharing it with others (or the world in some cases) is also part of that process. it’s a very scary lesson i’ve learned, and one our dear eddie definitely needs to learn in this story 😭

thank you so much for reading and for your wonderful comments/feedback, bat. you’ve got all my love 🫶🏻🖤

#thank u ily <3 #bat 🦇 #maroon

[scarletify]

My 2022

Hello! And happy new year! With the end of a year I always find myself thinking back. Unfortunately, this was another really bad year for me. I remember making similar sentiments at the end of 2021. It feels like this year life was against me every step of the way. I started the year with covid. I spent most of the year unable to comfortably live in my home due to a bad situation with floor contractors. And the last quarter of the year was bad due to private, personal problems. I know it's been no secret that I've been doing very poorly. I feel like that gets reflected in my comic work. For the second year in a row I was unable to reach my goal of 100 new pages in a year. I apologize once again for being so slow with the progress of my webcomic. I do feel hesitant to talk about this kind of stuff, as I don't know if I would be annoying or misunderstood. But the fact is, I am dealing with severe depression, and have been for a really long time. This year I think one of my biggest hurdles to my productivity was just getting out of bed. There's several reasons for this. I'm struggling financially, and have found myself very isolated in general. A part of that is because I got too wrapped up in my work, and now I find myself largely alone. I can't help to but see the irony in that, as the original intent with my webcomic was to vent out my own feelings of loneliness. Now it feels like my comic is the source of it. In 2019 I had to move to a location I didn't want to. It was supposed to be a short term situation, and then covid happened. I have been living here ever since. The longer this has gone on the worse I have been feeling, and the longer it goes the more it feels like things will never change. I feel completely trapped. I'm sorry, I've become a very depressing person. All that said though, I'm still trying my best. I don't want to give up. And I have some positive things to share in my retrospective as well. Recently I've been making attempts to reach out and broaden my horizons. One way I have been doing this has been through my Youtube channel. A source of joy for me this year has been making videos about something I love: Final Fantasy. I was surprised to find that people have been enjoying them, and the whole process has been a lot of fun and encouraging for me. I also took my first ever commission for a physical product. The character charms I made were a lot of fun to do! And it's given me a lot of hope for a new avenue I can take my work in the future. It's something I want to very seriously look into, and I want to try really hard to open an online store in the coming year. I hope this next year I can take a huge step in my personal growth. I'm a very anxious person, and I struggle to talk to people. But I want that to change. I want to keep in touch with the people I know. I want to meet new people and make new connections. I want to find the courage to put myself out there. If you read through all of this, thank you. If you supported me this last year, thank you. If you enjoyed my comic, my art, or my videos, thank you from the bottom of my heart. Here's to a new year ♥

[twistedtummies2]

The Price May Be Right - Number 20

Welcome to “The Price May Be Right!” I’m counting down My Top 31 Favorite Vincent Price Performances & Appearances! The countdown will cover movies, TV productions, and many more forms of media. Today we move into the Top 20 for this countdown! The time has come to focus on my choice for Number 20: Egghead, from the 60s Batman Series.

In recent years, the 1960s Batman TV Series – starring Adam West & Burt Ward as the Caped Crusader and the Boy Wonder – has been making a bit of a comeback. This pleases me, because I’ve always loved the series, but for many years, the show was treated in a very backhanded and dismissive manner: people believed it ruined the world of comics, since for a long time it was blamed for the perception of comics as silly kid’s stuff and campy nonsense. Ironically, with so many comics and their adaptations nowadays growing darker and more “edgy” as time has gone on, especially on DC’s side of the market, this has led to a resurgence of popularity with the goofiness of the Silly Sixties. The 60s Batman show featured many great villains from the comics, all portrayed excellently for the time (and sometimes for ALL time) by fine actors of the period. However, it also had its fair share of original villains made just for the series itself. Most of these characters – such as Shame, the Minstrel, and Zelda the Great – never really caught on or went anywhere. A few of these original villains, however, were pretty popular, and often proved to be antagonists just as effective as such famous rogues as the Joker or the Penguin. One of the most well-known of these original villains was Vincent Price’s memorable mastermind, Egghead. His true name unknown (which was the case for most of the villains in the show, to be fair), Egghead was a supervillain who claimed to be the second smartest man in the world. His intelligence was attributed to his unusually oversized and incredibly bald cranium, which was the cause of his alias. Garbed in a dapper cream-and-gold suit, he was one of the slickest sleazebags the Dynamic Duo ever faced. Egghead lived up to his name well: not only was Price’s dialogue littered with egg puns in just about every line, but the character apparently ate nothing but eggs and bacon, and used a variety of explosive gadgets hidden inside of eggshells. From tear gas grenades to pressure-based bombs, his egg-scruciating weapons were no yolk! Of course, he’d always be caught at the end of each story, proving that the life of an outlaw was not all it was cracked up to be. …I am SO sorry, I won’t make any more egg puns, I swear. XD Anywho…Vincent always claimed that playing Egghead was one of the most fun jobs he had, and the character remains iconic, as well as one of Price’s most lauded performances. My only issue with Egghead is that, as the show went on, it felt like the character went through a sort of de-evolution: in his first two-parter appearance, Egghead basically worked alone, barring the usual band of hired mooks and his personal biographer, Miss Bacon. However, later appearances teamed him up with another original villain – Olga, Queen of the Cossacks – and it often felt like the two stepped on each other’s toes. In some episodes, Olga seemed like little more than an overblown moll; in other episodes, it seemed like Egghead had gone from being a crafty crook in his own right to just becoming a bumbling stooge for the Queen of the Cossacks. Still, the character was fun no matter how smart he actually seemed. Fun fact: not so long before his sad departure, Adam West visited my hometown for our local ComicCon. I sadly did not get the opportunity to meet him, but a friend of mine did, and agreed to ask a question for me. They asked Adam West what it was like working with Vincent Price. West apparently answered: “Well, it was exactly what you would imagine it would be like, working with a man who loved his wine, loved his art, and loved his work. In that order.” How I wish I could have heard those golden words firsthand. Tomorrow, the countdown continues with Number 19!

#list #countdown #best #favorites #the price may be right #top 31 vincent price performances #vincent price #actors #acting #tv #dc #batman #batman '66 #60s batman #adam west #burt ward #egghead #number 20

[austajunk]

Hi, I hope you had a lovely Christmas yesterday or any holiday you celebrate on that day.

I just wanted to say that your latest post really resonated with me, I first got into dangan ronpa at 16 years old by a friend who told about it and I’m now 22 years old meaning it been one my comforts and hyper interest for overs six years. It been interesting because like you my friend lost interest and we drifted apart until we were no longer friends and I did other meet with who enjoy the games but they two got bored of the topic over time, although I have other interests such Pokemon, Digimon and other games and I love talking animations and films. It just funny how this game series has been with me for over 6 years but I don’t regret it because it one the reason I got the courage to start posting my art online and one my first fandom I talk to people, yes it rocky here or there but I had a lovely time sharing my art and improving my art.

Sorry for the rambling but as a fellow autie or autistic adult, it really hit home ha ha I made jokes in my head telling dr so are gonna leave yet you done and it like nope I be staying rent free in your mind. I will say my love of dr focus more dr2 because that the one I most attached to. Yes,drawing the silly chef make my brain happy but that’s okay. Also I’m bit shy when sending an ask publicly.

ps enjoy what you love and enjoy your art, whatever make happy and keeps a smile on your face.

Hi there!

First of all, I hope you had an amazing holiday too. It was a fun time. Made homemade peppermint patties, I got a few Murder mystery board games. It was a good time.

First of all, I hope you had an amazing holiday too. It was a fun time. Made homemade peppermint patties, I got a few Murder mystery board games. It was a good time.

Secondly, I’m really glad someone related a bit to how I felt too. The thing about hyperfixation is that a lot of it makes me feel powerless. Being obsessed with something and hyper focusing on it in real time to learn all its ins and outs can be so fun. It helps you find friends in other fandoms and such. But then, when it’s all you can focus on, you start to alienate people around you without even realizing that you’re doing it. People are genuinely polite and they don’t want to cut you off. And by the time they tell you something is wrong and that you’re driving them away with your interests, it’s too late. They’re gone.

And like… it sucks. It’s a hard truth to swallow and I really struggle trying to be more about other people. I want to be more open about that since I’m an adult who has now reached her 30s. I think it’s very valid to admit that I’ve struggled with this my whole life. I’ve always wanted to relate to others, to find and keep friends and then be validated for my interests. But last year, things came crashing down hard.

A former friend wrote me an entire three page letter on my flaws and a good portion of that was about my hyperfixations and how I don’t listen or hear them. And it drove them away. I felt utterly crushed and I think from then on, I had been trying to lessen my love for DR.

Ultimately, I just don’t think it’s a good thing to lose what makes you happy in the world. Even some silly piece of media. Or even just a character you identify within a piece of media. Of course, we can’t bombard the world with it as much, but those things that we obsess over are still for us too even as we’re trying to improve ourselves and work out our issues: neurodivergent or otherwise.

Danganronpa is a series that I think has a lot of love put into it by its creator, writers, artists, musicians, and fandom. I think that’s really freaking rad. I think it’s characters have something for everyone. I think it’s heavily flawed, but also vibrant and brilliant. I think it’s revolutionized murder mysteries in gaming and visual novels as a genre. That’s awesome. I don’t want to ignore how I feel about that.

Thank you for your words and encouragement. I really do feel that in my heart and I appreciate you and your art as well. No one draws a cuter TeruTeru than you! :3

#danganronpa #personal junk #blog stuff

[eight-bullets-for-you]

not les mis related-this concerns mcyt

i know this isn’t a mcyt acct so i’m sorry if this doesn’t interest u, but i won’t tolerate any hate

cw: talk of death, talk of cancer, technoblade’s passing

i had a lot of thoughts last night so i wrote them down in my notes app.

i really hope techno knows how much he’s given this community. rest easy king, see you on the other side <3

i’ve always told myself “have no heroes” because idolizing ppl is risky business, but i really looked up to techno. his content helped me when i was going through a really rough time in my life. techno was a hero, and it pisses me off that this is how it had to end. but isn’t techno the one that said, “good things don’t happen to heroes”?

i’ve been told that someone isn’t truly dead until their name is spoken for the last time, so…technoblade never dies.

i took a lot of time last night because i need to be able to talk about my feelings on this topic without feeling guilty. i only started watching mcyt 4-5 months ago, i used to be into it years ago, i would watch stampy cat with my brother. then recently i found it again and so did my brother. it’s kind of how i bond with him, we talk about new uploads and things. i still feel guilty because i feel like i don’t deserve to be this upset over what’s happened. i curled up into a little ball and cried for about an hour. i have a very bad headache now and i’m guessing i’m dehydrated.

i want ppl to respect content creators space right now. techno touched a lot of people and everyone is gonna need time, alright? even us, people who just watch, even if you’ve never met techno, it’s okay to be upset about this. it’s okay to cry, crying helps. techno loved y’all a lot. hurting isn’t a bad thing.

just remember to hold the people u love close while they’re still around. tell people you love them all the time. i don’t think we say ‘i love you’ enough honestly. squeeze them extra tight right now pls

grief consumes us in undefinable, unpredictable ways. there is no right way to grieve. if you cry, that’s fine, let it out. if you use humor to cope, hey me too, that’s fine. if you shut down, i understand, just make sure you let some ppl know how you’re doing. take your time, write things, make art. art has always come from grief, destruction, and death, but it celebrates life. please don’t stop creating if that’s how you cope. don’t stop writing about him. don’t stop drawing him. keep him alive through your art. please take a break if you need it, but if you come back, keep it going <3

if you want to support techno and his family you should go buy his merch, donate to curesarcoma or leave a message on hypixel

i saw the video ten minutes after it was uploaded, my first though was “oh he’s quitting youtube? that’s too bad” but god i really wish that was the case. i saw the comments before the video even started. i kept hoping someone would tell me this was some sick joke or that i was dreaming, but obviously that didn’t happen.

-interlude where i watched night at the museum and then got four hours of sleep-

i’ve woken up now, i wish it wasn’t real. my mind keeps going back to techno when he said “you wouldn’t know my house, it goes to another school” and it’s such an strange moment and i’m not sure why i keep repeating it over and over in my head but it really just shows that technoblade was a light. he was so genuinely funny and it’s a shame that he’s gone.

i told my brother what happened and his reaction was to tell me that i was lying and that made me want to cry. then we watched the video together. i hadn’t watched the techno video yet, i don’t like sad things, i won’t watch them if i know it’s gonna make me cry. i still haven’t finished the video.

my brother and i have been sharing our favorite techno quotes all morning, including, but not limited to:

- “you wouldn’t know my house it goes to another school”

- “welcome home theseus”

- the whole theseus speech

- “i am ready for revolution boys”

- “technoblade never dies”

- “you want to beat me train for another four hundred years”

- “did someone say rebellion?”

- “when god sends me to hell i want him to hesitate”

- “hippity hoppity get off my property”

- “a lesbian referred to me as ‘actually pretty funny’ and my ego has been coasting ever since”

- “officer i drop kicked that child in self defense”

- “you see, i was using an advanced strategy called lying”

its been good to laugh with him. i didn’t think it would hit me this hard.

i’ve been saying “see you on the other side” a lot more now. it’s something my english teacher/speech coach taught me. she’s this super badass woman and she’s helped me so much. she used to be in the peace corps and she said they would never say goodbye, they would always say see you on the other side. i’ve been trying to not say goodbye so much anymore, but instead learn from her. goodbyes are so little, yknow, it’s an end. but “see you on the other side”? that keeps going. i don’t know if that makes sense to anyone except me, my brain tends to work a bit goofy, but it’s like saying no matter what happens, i’ll see you again.

it’s like that song, remember the one by charlie puth? it goes like “i’ll tell you all about it when i see you again”. i used to cry to that song years ago, but i haven’t even thought about listening to it yet. i don’t think i will. i think that’ll be too difficult right now.

i grew up in a religious household. i’m not really religious anymore. i practice paganism/wicca sometimes, but that’s unimportant. just from what i know about heaven and hell and god, god wouldn’t have hesitated for a second. technoblade belongs in heaven. he was the nicest, kindest person i’ve ever known. i know techno is up there 1v1ing god rn, and we all know he’s gonna beat him.

you know what fucks with my head the most about all of this? the fact that techno’s dad was like “you’ve given them so much already, you can rest now” and techno wrote the last video then died 8 hours later. scientifically i know it’s not really probable that he waited to go until that last video was done, but isn’t that strange? maybe it does work like that. techno touched so many people, and he felt like he had to give us one last thing, and then he could rest. it hurts my heart and my head a lot. death really fucks with my brain bc i always feel like i need to control/understand everything, but i don’t know what comes after death. that scares me. but i hope whatever the fuck comes after treats technoblade well, because he was one of the good ones.

#mcyt #technoblade #fuck cancer #like seriously #fuck it #dsmp #dream

[verrecart]

It’s my birthday today and I felt like re-sharing a handful of my older artworks that I’m still proud of! 🎉🎉🎉

As well as that though, there’s also something else I want to share that I feel is overdue. I’ve been considering a rebrand of sorts for a long time now and figured my birthday was a fitting time to move forward with it. Sorry in advance for the incoming wall of text 😅

From today, I’ll be going by VerrecArt online, or just Verrec for short. This is in relation to my real life self and feels like a more natural direction to take things.

“MrChop” is an abbreviation of an old username that felt appropriate at the time I took it on but I’ve since felt less and less of a connection to it as time has gone on. Which is why I’ve been looking to switch to something more personal.

I’m sure many people can attest to how difficult it can be to establish and embrace an identity. I feel that an online presence is really no different from an extension of that identity and I’ve been putting a lot of thought towards mine.

Expressing myself through art over the years has helped me process things about myself that I may not have otherwise. It has helped me gain an ever growing appreciation for art in all its forms and the importance of protecting it, especially now, but that’s a whole other conversation for another day.

If you’ve gotten this far, thank you for taking the time to read my rambling. If you’ve been following me for a while (either here or another platform) or have just found and liked/commented on some of my art in general, thank you so much! I greatly appreciate your support and encouragement and I look forward to sharing more in the future! 🙏💜

If you’d like to check out my other pages, I’d love to see you there 💜

#artist on tumblr #artist #my art #birthday #human artist #human art #art

[becauseimbexx]

Where Does a Girl Even Start with this…

TW: drug usage & mental health

At first I wasn’t sure how to title this or how to begin, but I got a lot on my mind and a lot to be said. This will probably be a multi part kinda thing. But talking to a good friend tonight has got me all kinds of emotional and in deep thought. I think these feelings have been inside of me for so long but I just haven’t had the strength to fully sit with them and actually feel them. So here it is…

First a foremost, I feel completely and utterly lost in damn near every aspect of my life. It’s like I’m still stuck in the forest that I got lost in years ago on one of my many drug benders. Like I know my physical body made it out alive and safely to my home but my mind is still stuck there. Every night at least one dream I have is set in a forest. Sometimes they’re nice dreams, & other nights not so much.. I’ve had this feeling of being lost ever since then. It’s at times like I’m also watching this current life from the outside. I’ve been trying to understand why I’ve felt this way and after chatting with my beautiful friend today about her hardships I’ve came to realize just how I’ve been in similar situations and can relate. Similar situations that hurt like hell yet I never actually felt them. Memories that the above drug bender helped me bury deep within to point I started to forget them. Now I’m starting to feel like this theme of being lost has gone on my whole life. I legit wanna cry but am at the point the tears ain’t coming yet. I know it seems a little scatterbrained articulation wise but what I’m saying is, I don’t want to be lost anymore. I want to tell my story and be found. I am worthy of that! I am unsure of where to start this adventure but as I work through the negatives on my own (and sharing with those things with close trusting individuals) I want to reminisce on the positive memories & recreate them through my content in some way. Remembering things that made me happy when I was a kid & finding ways to heal my inner child. The girl that had to grow up way faster than she should have. I gotta let her know things are gonna be okay, in order for myself to start feeling the same way now.

I think that’s enough for now. 🤍 I just wanna say one more thing. If you’ve played in part of my life lately, I appreciate you more than you know. Thank you for accepting me for the crazy girl I am. Thank you for blessing me with the most supportive & loving community of friends a girl could ever ask for. The bonds I’ve created with y’all have really helped tear down the walls I had built up. It’s honestly ya’ll that keep me grounded and not completely lost. 🖤

& if I don’t know you, and you haven’t been scared off, Hi, I’m Bexx. 👋🏻🙃🤭 Welcome to the magical shit show that is my life.

🔮✨🙌🏻 I’m really a bubbly, fun-loving girly. I love all things visual arts & music, I am a stay at home mama & wifey, & home maker. An Ugg & legging wearin basic white girl at heart who likes to play dress up & house. If you notice I never stay with one aesthetic for too long 😝🥰

Okay, now we done!… sorry! If you made it this far, thank you 🙏🏻

Xoxo 💋🤍🖤

Bexx

[ecoamerica]

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[seancefemme]

xo

#I’m in such a strange place rn where art and drawing just feel so foreign to me :( #mostly due to school I haven’t gotten the chance to draw for myself or post anything in months #but also because the only thing I’ve wanted to draw is Hannibal but with the creator being such a vile person #and additionally a large portion of fans and creators being absolutely disgusting I don’t want to share my art or even continue making it #cause I don’t want to be associated with them at all #and it makes me so sad because i was really really into Hannibal but that interest has crumbled and for the first time in years #I have absolutely no idea what to draw I have no interest that completly cosumes me so drawing makes me sad :( #like I practice every day but there’s no /thing/ that I’m super excited to draw y’know :(((( #I’m sorry I’ve been gone I really love sharing my art but this year has been so hard

[fatal-error-blog]

FATAL_ERROR COMIC AND CONTENT WILL RETURN JANUARY 2022!

TL;DR at the end~ Hey folks! I’m so sorry I’ve been absent from the blog and from the discord for such a long time. I mentioned that I was taking a break back in…oh geez, May? And that break has gone on for much longer than I expected XD Long story short, I am very okay! This has just been an exceptionally busy year, and I’ve had to rearrange my priorities a bit to navigate it all.

To be absolutely honest, I’ve just been burnt out. Not from just the comic, but from a lot of things outside the blog. And if you’ve ever been burnt out, then you know that it kinda doesn’t matter how passionate or excited you are to work on your projects - you just keep hitting a wall that doesn’t really let you progress. Unfortunately I hit that wall, haha. So I’ve been taking the time to recover from it. Legitimately, this blog post took several weeks longer than I wanted it to, just because I was trying to gather enough will to draw a cute little drawing to go along with it. Eventually I figured that it needed to go up without it.

It sucks to have to admit that I needed to step away from the comic, the blog, and the discord. It’s hard to admit to myself that I was having a hard time balancing everything and that despite being excited about where the comic was headed, I just physically and mentally had to take a break. It feels really bad to have a lot of fun ideas about what I want next for the story, for all the side comics and the graphic novel and just not be able to act on them because something within me is just tired and needs a minute before continuing. It sucks to disappoint everyone who’s come to love this story and is also just as excited to see what happens next.

I think deep down I’ve always been scared that I’d give up on the Fatal_Error comic, which is why I was hesitant to step away from it to take care of other things that had to be taken care of. But I think I know now that completing this story is so important to me that I could never give up on it. But I do know that I need to give myself time to get some other things in my life in order, so that I can get through the block and come back to the comic ready to keep moving forward. So I hope you’ll be patient with me and rejoin me when the comic starts back up in January 2022. I don’t want to bore ya’ll with details, but probably the biggest thing I’ve got going on outside of this blog is trying to advance my career. I work in game development (QA Tester, been that way for a few years) and I’m more than ready to move up in the development pipeline. So I’ve been dedicating a lot lot lot of my time trying to work on those skills and apply for jobs. It’s very time consuming, haha. And mentally taxing. So I’ve been using this time (and I’ll be using the rest of the year) to work on some indie projects, beef up my portfolio, and hopefully get hired for a better job than I have now. I can’t express how much that’s gonna relieve a lot of stress for me, and less stress = more energy to spend on the Fatal_Error comic.

I do still plan to stream working on these projects, it’s (probably) not gonna involve Fatal haha but there is a lot of art involved and me bumbling around trying to program which should be entertaining to some extent, so if that’s something you’re interested in I’ll mention whenever I’m planning on streaming and you’re more than welcome to pop in and see what all the fuss is about.

As for discord, I’m never really far ^_^ I keep discord open all the time, and even if I don’t post or do much in the discord, I’m always nearby to check in and available to talk if ya’ll need me. I’ll try to be more involved though <3

I think that’s the major stuff? I really am looking forward to hopping back into Fatal’s story once things calm down on my end. It’s been a really wonderful source of comfort and expression for me and I love where the story is going, and I love getting to share it with ya’ll. I’m sorry for making you all wait so long for what comes next, but as always, I sincerely hope that once we get there, it’ll be worth the wait. Thank you for your patience, your kindness, and your enthusiasm. I’ll be around (and catching up on the inbox, messages, etc haha), but in terms of the comic, I’ll see ya’ll in January 2022 <3

Stay determined! I know I will be ^_^ <3 Xedra

TL;DR:

Is the comic over?/Is the blog dead? Nope! Just on pause until January 2022. What about the volume 2 of the graphic novel? Also on pause! I’m hoping to open preorders in March/April 2022. Are you okay? Yup! Thank you for asking, and I’m sorry for making you worry. What are you going to be doing in the meantime? I’m going to be working on some game development projects. I’m working on applying for jobs and I need stuff for my portfolio, and I also want to make sure I have something to do after Fatal_Error is finished ^_^ Are you still gonna stream? Yup! It’ll probably be non-Fatal_Error stuff but you’re more than welcome to watch me work! I’ll make a post about it when I have the times and stuff sorted out. Are you gonna be back on discord? Slowly, but yup. I’ll kinda chill in the background if you need me. You gonna play Deltarune Chapter 2? HEcK YEAH MY DUDE

#xed has something to say

[mistresspotterhead]

The American Ymbryne- Chap. 1

Alma Peregrine x fem!reader

Warnings: Yelling, slamming hands on a table, being outed (kind of)

Words: 1,900 on the dot

A/N: Wow, this took a lil bit. Alma doesn’t appear until the very end of this chapter, but she’ll be in the next one a lot. Everyone has been so kind, and that has helped a lot <3. Also: Miss Saker indicates the type of bird you are, not your given name. I hope you guys like this. 😊😊😊

Tags: @itsonlydana @evil-feather @merci-bitch @multimilfs @escapetodreamworld @gay-and-sad-tm @multifandomfix @romanottsmaximoff @n0thing-is-real-exe​ @theaudreymere 

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In a strange way, Cairnholm reminded you of the Chicago loop you and your wards had just fled from. They were both very dreary, cold, and, from what you could tell from those on the ferry, the people would rather be anywhere else. 

“M-miss Saker? I’m cold.” The bundle of talking coats shivered next to you. 

“I know, Astrid. We’re almost there, though.” You sighed and looked out toward the slowly approaching coastline. Your surviving children, Elina, Alexander, Leonard, and, of course, Astrid, all huddled closer to you. You stared at Cairnholm for a while longer, until the ferryman’s voice suddenly called out.

“Alright everyone, ‘ere we are! The… lovely… Cairnholm!” He steered the small ferry over to the somehow smaller docks, and you led your children out.

“Is everyone here? Astrid, Leo, Elina, Alex?” David, Beth-Anne, Lisa, Frankie, June, Stefanie, Josef, Alice, Rosie, Reggie. You suppressed the urge to call out their names as well. 

“Yes, Miss Saker,” they called in long-suffering voices- you were very adamant about attendance. It was good to see something was normal.

“All right then. Leo, can you see where the loop is? And Alex, are there any other peculiars near?” Ah yes, your diviners. It was very lucky for all of you that they were two of those that survived the wight’s invasion of your loop. 

Your Chicago loop near the Art Institute was one of the last surviving loops in America maintained by an Ymbryne, along with your South Side, McKinley Park, and St. Louis loops, though the latter was run mainly by its older wards and reset once a week.

As of a fortnight ago, though, the Art Institute loop was the only one you had. McKinley Park was attacked by Wights and Hollows in December, with South Side following close in early January. Samuel, the sole survivor of McKinley Park, was what Syndrygasti call a Librarian. He could see hollows and alerted you to them when you were traveling to St. Louis for reset. The problem with this, though, was that Sammy was only five years old, and so frequently got distracted.

It wasn’t hard to understand- Illinois in 1975 was very colorful. Sammy was gone now, though, as were all most all of your children. Speaking of… 

“There aren’t any other peculiars on the island, Miss Saker- at least not in this time,” Alex said, startling you out of your thoughts.

“Thank you, dear. How are you faring, Leo? Have you located the loop? I don’t like being out in the open for this long.” For emphasis, Elina gave a giant, chattering shiver that was surely exaggerated.

“Indeed, but it is on the other side of the island, and the night is fast approaching.” 

You looked over and scowled at the sun; if you couldn’t get rest, then why was it allowed to?

“Well then. It looks like we’ll have to go into town.” Immediately, protests arose.

“Aw, no!”

“Come on, Miss Saker! We can make camp out here!”

“Because that sounds comfortable,” Leo deadpanned to Astrid.

“Well, it’s better than town! There probably isn’t even a hotel!”

“Actually, Astrid, that’s where you’re wrong.” Astrid looked shocked at the suggestion that she could ever be incorrect at something. “There is a hotel. It’s called the….” You took out the crumpled guidebook the ferryman had given to each tourist. “Preist Hole. What kind of hotel is called the Priest Hole?” You muttered that last part to yourself. “Anyway, off we go. Come along, single file now.”

Your ducklings dutifully arranged themselves from youngest to oldest, seven-year-old Elina closest to you and sixteen-year-old Leo at the back.

You hoped that the food was at least good.

Nope. Everything on the Preist Hole’s menu was covered with vinegar. You wondered if that was a Welsh thing or a Cairnholm thing. Maybe the owner just liked vinegar. Next to you, Elina was grimacing with every bite. On a whim, you decided to flag the bartender down.

“Hey, Kev, was it?” He grinned widely at you. You gave him a small smile in return.

“Yes, ma’am, that’s me. What can I do for you ‘n yer bunch today?” 

“I was just wondering if you had some fries- sorry, chips- with less vinegar. My youngest is still picky.”

“Hmm. Well, I’ll talk to Arnie ‘n see what he can whip up fer ye. He’s the cook, ye see.”

“Thank you so much, sir.” You attempted a bigger smile, but it still felt forced.

“Naw, it ain’t a problem, really. ‘N please, call me Kev. Sir sounds like I’m fifty- ‘n I’ve still got twenty years ‘fore that,” he chuckled.

“Well then, you must call me y/n.”

“Of course, ma’am- y/n, sorry.” He rubbed the back of his neck.

“It’s alright, Kev.” This time, your smile was a small bit genuine- his hesitancy was endearing.

“Yeh. Well, um, I’d better talk teh Arnie now. I’ve kinda been lingering here for a while.”

“Of course. I wouldn’t want to keep you from work, anyway.”

“I mean, I wouldn’t object if yeh did,” Kev concluded, winking before walking away.

Once he was out of earshot, Astrid started chittering.

“Ooh, was that flirting I saw, Miss Saker?” You rolled your eyes, and Alex guffawed into his water.

“Miss Saker? Flirt with a guy? I think Elina would drink an entire bottle of vinegar before that happened.” You turned your head sharply in his direction, but not before Astrid snapped back at him.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You jerk your head toward her now.

“Well, Miss Saker isn’t really the type to, ah, dabble in the male gene pool.” It was like you were watching tennis, really, with all this head-turning.

“That doesn’t make any-”

“ENOUGH!” You stood up, placing your hands on the bar. “This is not a discussion we are having, especially not here and now. Alex, I told you that information in confidence, and I am severely disappointed that you have betrayed that. Astrid, whether or not I am flirting with someone, and really my love life in general, is none of your concern. Do you both understand?”

They nodded, Alex looking especially ashamed of himself.

“Sorry, Miss Saker. It just slipped out.”

You sighed and ignored all the stares you and your wards were getting because of your outburst. 

“Alright, Alex. Just… you can’t share things that people tell you privately.”

“Yes, Miss Saker.” He was quiet after that, poking at his food.

It bothered you that he had shared that information, though it didn’t seem as if the other wards had understood. Of course, Leo was the only one you would expect to, as he was sixteen, but he had been sheltered in your loop his entire life. All of your wards had, really.

Just as you were beginning to sink into your past again, Kev came out with Elina’s new plate of fr- chips.

“Here ye are, little lady. I hope you like these better.” He smiled at Elina, tugging a small one out in return. You both watched expectantly as she took a tentative bite. And another. And another. Until the plate was almost gone, and she was rubbing her stomach in contentment.

“Well, that was fast.”

“It was good, Miss Saker. I wasn’t going to let it cool.” You laughed at the disapproving look on her face.

“Alright, alright. I suppose you have a good point.” You turned to Kev. “Thank you again, sir, for-”

“Kev.”

“...right. Thank you for doing this. How much will it cost?” You were ruffled at his interruption, but he didn’t notice. He pretended to think for a moment.

“Hmm… how much will makin’ a little girl ‘n her mam happy cost? I dunno.” He smiled at you. “It’s on the house. I can see that ye haven’t had such a good day, so….”

“Really? Are you sure? I mean, I have the money….”

“I’m completely sure. It’s good te make someone happy once in a while.”

“Well, I truly do thank you. It also seems that we’ll need a room, if that’s alright?”

“Sure. Room four was just recently vacated. It’s right up here.” He led you up the stairs, the kids trailing behind.

The room was small for five people, but it seemed like a mansion to the children, who only had their old, overcrowded loop to compare it to. There were four rickety beds, though they did seem to be clean, and a barren nightstand next to each of them. 

“Ah… I forgot that this only had four beds. I can get ye another room, or-”

“No, no, this is fine. Thank you for your help, Kev.” You subtly ushered him toward the door.

“Oh- well, if ye need anythi-”

“Yes, of course. Ta, then! Have a nice day!” You shut the door, leaving him very confused.

Alex was wheezing on the floor behind you.

“That… that was absolutely amazing Miss Saker! You are an absolute icon!” 

What in Abaton does that mean? You never could understand the new slang terms that the 1970s held. 

Elina yawned, setting off all the other children and alerting you to their needs.

“Alright then, time for bed.” Immediately, they were completely awake.

“I’m not tired at all, Miss Saker, therefore I shan’t be able to fall asleep.” 

“The fact that your accent is coming out very strongly tells me that you are indeed tired, Leo.” You crossed your arms. “Bed. now.” Your wards slouched, and grudgingly picked out a bed each.

“Miss Saker, where will you sleep tonight?” Astrid asked as you were tucking her covers in.

“On the floor, of course. Now, did you remember to take off your gloves?”

“But it won’t be comfortable! The floor is so hard and cold and dirty and-”

“Your gloves, Astrid.” She was very talkative, even late at night, though you had come to enjoy it. Sometimes.

She took off the gloves that helped control her peculiarity and was about to start chattering again when Elina suddenly spoke up from her bed in the corner.

“I could make you a nest with a spare blanket, Miss Saker?” You gave her one of your very rare genuine smiles.

“That would be lovely, Elina.”

“Wait- how did she know you were going to sleep in bird form?” Alex asked, finally catching on. You smiled again at Elina and kissed her on the forehead.

“She’s made me a little nest before when I fall asleep in my study while in bird form.”

“And that happens often?”

“Surprisingly so. Now, snuggle in and no more talking.” As the children said their goodnights, you finally transformed into your bird form; a stunning saker falcon. You jumped lightly onto Elina’s bed, careful not to hurt her with your razor-sharp talons or accidentally hit her with your wing (which had happened on more than one occasion). 

Though you nestled into the warm bunch of blankets right away, you didn’t fall asleep until much later, and even then, you were restless all night. 

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Little did you know, in the old manor that you would trek to the next day, a group of peculiars and one very curious ymbryne had observed all of this. Alma LeFay Peregrine set her watch and gave the children a reassuring smile while she pondered what this meant and why her stomach had fluttered when you gave that dazzling smile.

#tw yelling #tw slamming hands down #tw being outed #alma peregrine x reader #miss peregrine x reader #alma peregrine #wow im so gay for her

[hansolmates]

me time (m)

summary; the first time virgin!mc meets her mans (but she doesn’t know it yet) pairing; jungkook x virgin!mc genre/warnings; fluff, college!au, boarding house!au, based on the virgin!oc discourse, female masturbation (thanks to the pretty bridgertons), a lil sad and longing at the end w/c; 1.3k a/n; y’all really brought manhater!mc and virgin!mc to life! this couldn’t be done without all of your fabulous input and support. obviously the virginverse is freeform at this point—think of this more as a prequel for these two. set in freshman year of college, when they’re just acquaintances. (do you guys think of cher from clueless when u think virgin!mc? very outgoing n’cute but also very innocent?) anyway, happy valentine’s day i hope you and your boo (whether digital or in-person) get your me/we time💖

Your wooden lap desk is toppled to the side. Good thing the space between the mattress and floor is small, your pink monstera-shaped rug softening the blow when your water bottle, pencils and laptop fall to the floor. In the back of your head you know everything is fine because the last episode of Bridgerton is still playing, an orchestral version of Ariana Grande’s Thank U, Next continuing on as if nothing’s astray. 

Yet you’re nothing but astray, forgotten about the episode and writhing against your too-small twin as you let yourself cum for the umpeeth time. 

You’ve lost track at this point (how couldn't you? Bridgerton is hot) but from the way your hair mats to your face like a second skin and your pussy feels spent and battered, it’s been awhile. This should be your new Valentine’s Day tradition, fucking yourself until you pass out on your vibrator. 

“Ah, ah fu—uck, yyyes!” 

The sheets are sopping. The grey cotton fabric does nothing to hide your juices that seep from your bare cunt to the mattress. Flinging your silicone toy to the side, you pull your hair up and out of your face. 

Water, you need water. Maybe a cup of green tea with a dollop of honey. Sugar always helps the immediate low after a good couple of rounds. 

However, you’ll never get used to the feeling of cleaning up yourself. The feeling that you’ve done something completely lewd all on your own, no one to assure you the things you’re doing are weird. It’s okay though. You love to be alone, it takes a lot for you to feel lonely. 

You slip on a pair of dolphin-cut shorts, too tiny that they are drowned beneath your emerald green slip dress. Quickly opening the door to your room, you’re met with absolute silence. White walls containing empty rooms and a living room without a soul. Just like you’re expecting in a college boardhouse on Valentine’s Day. 

What you’re not expecting however, is Jeon Jungkook staring at you the second you crack your door open. 

“If you’re screaming that loud, your partner must be doing a good job.” 

Jungkook lives on the other side of the boarding house, therefore you’ve never really interacted with him. Excluding the landlord there’s only five other tenants, a group large enough that you’ve never had to have one-on-one with him. 

You really didn’t think anyone would be in the house on Valentine’s, especially Jungkook. He’s an absolute cutie pie, even though you don’t know anything about him. The only thing you really know is that his sparkly brown eyes are to die for, they remind you of coffee milk tea, a craving you only indulge in at the end of finals season. 

To your surprise, Jungkook looks like he hasn’t gone out all weekend. Him, single? As if! Yet you can’t justify any reasoning behind him being home if did have a girlfriend or boyfriend. His dark hair is fluffy and freshly showered, and you can’t ignore the smell of linens from his soft sweats and long navy hoodie. 

Normally, you’d be quiet during Me Time. You’ve perfected the art, stuffing your mouth with your pillow or playing action movies to muffle out the sound. You thought you were in the clear. The thought of Jungkook overhearing you turns you on a little, makes the dampness between your panties even more evident, but you keep that self-indulgent secret to yourself. 

“Oh, well,” you curl your lips in a smirk, closing the door behind you so he doesn’t see that your room is actually very much devoid of life, “she’s very powerful.” 

She, meaning your favorite vibrator in your entire world. It has ten settings and a heating mechanism. More importantly, it’s rechargeable. You don’t know how you’d survive freshman year otherwise. 

“Okay, TMI,” despite the fact Jungkook’s blushing he’s chuckling, holding a hand out for you in the narrow hallway, “after you.” 

You quickly slip past him, walking into the shared kitchenette. Bare feet slapping against the hardwood, your eyes immediately gravitate toward the upper cabinet. Jungkook is following you, presumably to get his own late night snack. When you lift your arms to reach your mug, you feel a little bit of cool air brush against the uppers of your thighs. It’s a nightgown, a pretty satin slip  that falls over your curves and leaves much to the imagination. A couple more centimeters to get your mug and you’ll be definitely flashing Jungkook. 

“Um,” you practically hear the twisted face he’s making. 

“Sorry—I’m sorry!” you blurt, waving your fingers to catch the handle of your mug, “I’m really not trying to flash you—please don’t fill a harassment report! I just can’t reach my mug.” 

“No, that’s my mug.” 

“What, no! I’ve been drinking from this mug all year!” 

“You’ve been drinking from my mug?” Jungkook is affronted, walking past you to easily grab the mug you’ve been struggling to reach for the past minute. He flexes the bottom part of the mug in your face, where his initials are painted in black. “This is my mug, my parents put my handprint on it when I was a year old.”  

It’s then you notice on the lower shelf, there’s an identical mug. This mug has been buried all the way in the back, dust collecting on the rim. It also has a baby handprint on it, although upon closer inspection it’s smaller and in a more faded shade of black. That’s your mug. 

“Oh, Jungkook,” you feel your heart fall all the way to your ass, feeling guilty, “I’m so sorry. I’ve washed it and everything, if it makes you feel any better.” 

He frowns, holding the white porcelain between his hands. A litany of ideas run through your brain. Is he disgusted by using the same mug as you? Have you potentially ruined a prized family treasure? 

Thrusting the mug into your chest he says, “Make me a hot chocolate and we’re even.” 

You smile a little, eager to please. You quickly get to work, simmering the pan with warm milk and melting chopped chocolate. You rinse your mug with some hot water, letting it sit next to his awaiting mug. For a bit of flair you add a capful of vanilla extract, all while Jungkook watches you with mild awe. The smell of sweet late night confections fill the kitchen, a fitting theme for a Valentine’s night. 

“You’re not burning the milk,” Jungkook murmurs more to himself than you, watching as you pour the hot chocolate in cups without spilling a drop. 

Jungkook is known to burn things in the house. The only thing he doesn’t burn is ramen, and that’s purely due to survival skills. 

“What can I say, I’m an expert,” you wink, handing him his mug and you holding yours. 

With matching mugs, the two of you take your first sips of the melty beverage. You lean against the stove facing him, while he faces you against the marble island. Jungkook smiles and a bit of cocoa touches his petal pink lips. He says it’s perfect and you smile into your cup, absolutely swelling with pride. 

Jungkook’s probably working on his photos. He always says his editing bug is itchy at night. While in passing you’ve said you’d love to see his work, however that gesture of kindness never really amounted to anything. Maybe tonight’s the night. You like art, you’d love to be a little more educated with it. Just as you’re about to ask and strike up some conversation, Jungkook beats you to it. 

“Well, hope you and your partner have a good Valentine’s,” Jungkook holds his cup in salute, walking back into his room, “just keep it down.” 

Oh well. You sigh to yourself, letting Jungkook walk away without a fight or a retort. After all, it was you who implied you were sneaking in a bed partner tonight. Sinking your eyes into the brown liquid, you fall into a lull. The creamy liquid swirls in your grasp, making your muddied reflection ripple away. 

You love to be alone, but it takes someone like Jeon Jungkook to remind you that life gets a little lonely. 

#ficswithluv #kwritersworldnet #btsghostie #btsguild #btswritingcafe #jungkook x reader #jungkook smut #jungkook fluff #jungkook fic #bts fic #bts fluff #bts smut