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charlunday · 2 months
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NEW COMMISSION INFO POST! ✨️✨️
Hello all. Seeing as I love you so much, I've decided to update my commission info. I still accept Venmo and Paypal! I just wanted to add new examples and such. So here they are:
$100 will get you something like this:
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Ooh, fancy, dynamic, multiple characters, rendered, full background! ✨️
$50 looks like this:
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Multiple characters, semi rendered, minimal background! ✨️
Don't worry! If your budget is lower, you can still get something like this, just $20:
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More like a doodle, mostly flat color, minimal background!
Thank you SO SO much to everyone that's already supported me. I've had so much fun making art for you guys!
If you're interested in commissioning me, shoot me a message! I'm super approachable, I promise. I'll tag all the fandoms I'm willing to draw for, and I will also draw OCs! In fact, I'd love to!
Now... go under the cut if you're interested in spice...
I WILL DRAW SMUT! In fact, I would quite like to. I've just yet to find an excuse. Please give me that excuse!
I won't post a particularly smutty example, so I don't get nuked by tumblr, but something like this would run you $50-$100 (depending on complexity:
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Thanks for reading, and good luck out there.
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comradelouis · 9 months
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I just spent about 2 hours looking through my posts from early 2017 and, it really struck me how far we've come. If you had told me Louis would be on a truly massive world tour for his second album and he'd be so confident and happy I would have been in total disbelief and so, so relieved. Sometimes I forget how truly desolate and bleak things were. I think about the pure joy this tour brought me this summer and I think some of the true emotional release of it is knowing how long we had to wait for this and how absolutely deserved it is for him (of course), but also for us.
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bewilderedbunny · 2 months
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I miss tumblr but every time I open this fucking app at work I’m met with man hole
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knightly-bastard · 1 year
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Since my birthday is on April fool's can I legally classify my life as a joke?
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builtbybrokenbells · 2 months
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idk if I’ll have anything posted this weekend :( life is weird and mental health sucks. if i can i definitely will, but if not, please be patient with me 🤍
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luna-maximoff-22 · 9 months
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Istg some of my moots live on this hellsite
Me: oh hehe this is a funny post *reblogs*
*Mutuals immediately liking and reblogging*
Me: *confused pikachu noise*
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pulchramsolis · 1 year
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A Thank You From Me to You
Just taking the time to say how much I love my mutuals. I had surgery at the end of November, and spent the month of December more than a little stir crazy, dealing with a lot of emotional upheaval both internally with my own life (self-doubt, insecurity, loneliness, confusion) and externally (my younger brother is going through a lot right now. If you have the spare energy, please send out the good vibes or a prayer for him).
I would not have gotten through the end of the year, let alone the past few months, without you all. I was so worried about coming back to the tumblr RPC after leaving nearly 10 years ago and I continue to be absolutely stunned at how kind and welcoming everyone has been. I've made fast freinds, and those who have shown me that my characters ARE well done, and not only that, but I finally have the sense of belonging in a writing community that I hadn't been feeling for the past few years with those I *thought* were my go to writing friends.
You all have value. You all are amazing creators, and you all have such good hearts. Outside of some small and quickly dealt instances, I have never been surrounded by more caring and loving individuals, and I hope to have that trend continue into 2023.
Thank you for hitting that follow button. Thank you for those who reached out first. Thank you for those who were open to me and Abrogail Strong.
I remember being a young writer back in the LiveJournal heydays and facing the full brunt of 'All female OCs are Mary Sues'. The damage that did was... I can't put it into words, but I know there are those out there who know what I'm talking about. It crippled me as a writer for years and I was too scared to get back in. I came back to play Killian Jones (guylinerandleatherpants if any of those old guard are still around. That journal is still up lmao) and then finally worked the courage to make another female OC. But it was... rough.
Abby is the kind of person that I wish I had in my life when I was struggling. Abby is the kind of character I wish I saw more in narratives. I like to joke that she might be a little bit of a Disney Princess, but she's not Disney Princess enough to break Harrenhal's curse. And she's the kind of character that lets me... explore things I normally couldn't explore when writing my Tough Females. Things in me that I buried down/cancelled out. I think we all need someone in our life whose fire doesn't burn into rage, but instead burns into the warmth we need in the moment. That's Abrogail Strong. So if she's been able to do this for your character, I'm so glad. She is here as a friend, a sister, a mother, a confidant, a guiding hand, a helping hand.
Thank you for letting us onto your dash and into this vulnerable, wonderful writing world. I look forward to all that we do this year!
Also her birthday is February 26th and that's coming up soon >>
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angelcatsiel · 1 year
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Got my letter through about my benefits and they’ve put me on the highest rate for everything which is a pleasant surprise. I can’t believe I got lucky enough to get it first try again. My money per month has more than doubled and it lasts for 5 years which is SUCH a relief. This will make my life so much easier now.
Thank you so much to anyone who sent me money over ko-fi over the last year or so whenever I didn’t even have the money in my account to get a taxi to collect my meds or get to appointments. I literally have the best mutuals
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egophiliac · 2 months
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You can’t pick Lilia for this. But who is your other favorite short character in Twst?
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I like the angry little king boy 🌹
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hailsatanacab · 4 months
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Family Dinners - dpxdc
"Holy shit, you're Bruce Wayne!" Danny gaped, jabbing a finger at the man sitting at the head of the table.
The bustling dining room goes silent as everyone turns to look at him.
"Danny, who did you think was going to be here?" Tim asks, disbelief plain in his voice and Danny feels his face flush red.
"Sorry, I, uh, I guess I just never put it together. Tim Drake-Wayne. Wayne Manor. It, uh, makes sense now." He laughs sheepishly and scrubs at his neck before slumping back down into his chair.
"Well," Tim says with an indulgent sigh, "at least I know you're not just friends with me for my connections."
"Yeah, I'm really sorry, I just never thought about it, I guess."
Danny sinks lower as everyone around him laughs. Come to dinner, he said, the food is the best, he said, ignore the family, he said. Danny really wishes he'd listened to Tim and just ignored them—almost as much as he's regretting accepting the offer in the first place—but... he's having dinner with Batman.
Ancients, that's so weird!
The last time he saw Batman was in the future and, suffice it to say, it was not going well. There hadn't really been time for family dinners there.
Wait. Family dinners?
He peers around the table, openly gawking at everyone as it all clicks into place.
"Everything alright, Danny? Now realising who everyone else is?" Tim asks with a roll of his eyes.
"Uh... something like that..." Danny mumbles as everyone laughs again.
From further down the table, the smallest Wayne scoffs and clicks his tongue.
"I thought you said he was smart, Drake?"
"So, you all do it, too, then?" he asks, ignoring the jibe. Danny's only a little bit jealous as he thinks of how much easier they must have it, how much easier it'd be if his family had been on his side, too. "You all work together?"
"Nah," Dick says from across the table with a brilliant grin. "Tim's the only one that works with Bruce, we all have different jobs. I'm a police officer in Bludhaven."
"Disgusting." Danny blurts out without thinking—because seriously, what kind of self-respecting vigilante would also be a police officer?—before clapping a hand over his mouth. "Sorry."
The whole table laughs again, the loudest being the blonde girl a few spaces down from Dick. Look, Danny wasn't really paying attention to names when they were all paraded in front of him. Dick only gets remembered because his name is a joke.
Come on, Danny, recover!
"That's, uh, not what I meant, though."
"Oh?" Dick asks, cocking his head slightly to the side. Is it Danny's imagination or does his smile tense slightly?
"Yeah, I mean like, you know, in costume. It must make it so much easier to have everyone together like this."
"Costume? What do you mean?"
Yeah, Danny's not imagining it, everyone tenses up at that. It's really only now that he's realising that this probably isn't how he should bring up that he knows about their... night time activities. In fact, he probably shouldn't be bringing it up at all.
"Uuhhh..." Danny looks wildly around the table as he continues making his stupid noise. Think, think, think! There must be a way out of this!
"Danny?" Tim asks, looking concerned.
"Oh, Ancients, this isn't how I wanted it to go at all," he mutters, slipping even further into his chair. He's almost on the floor now and he so, so wishes it could just swallow him up.
His real first meeting with Batman was meant to be cool! He had planned to be Phantom, maybe save them from a tight spot, prove his worth as a mysterious and powerful ally as thanks for the help Batman gave him in the future.
"Danny, what are you talking about?" Tim starts tugging on his sleeve in an attempt to pull him back up from his pit of despair.
Eventually, Danny relents and sits up straighter, hiding his face in his hands and whining all the while.
"I'm sorry, I just didn't expect him to be here and it threw me off so now I look stupid and it's so embarrassing!" he wails, flailing his arms wide. "Why wouldn't you warn me that Batman was your adopted dad, Tim? Couldn't you have let me know?"
"I'm sorry, what? Danny are you alright? There's no way Bruce can be Batman, look at him!"
"Yeah," the blonde girl laughs from the bottom of the table, "look at him! That's a wet noodle of a man! Batman can actually do things, B is incapable of pretty much everything."
"Thank you, Stephanie," Bruce sighs, massaging his forehead.
It's... Those are the first words Danny's heard Batman say since everything went down and it's enough to knock him out of his embarrassment.
It's really good to hear his voice again. Especially now, when it's strong and healthy and full of personality—even if that personality is little more than a tired father right now—far better than how it had been, at the end.
Danny sits up, back straight, and grins. He's got this. He remembers it perfectly. Some people count sheep to fall asleep, Danny repeats his mantra to be certain that he'll never forget it.
"Gamma alpha upsilon tau iota mu epsilon, 42, 63, 28, 1 colon 65 dash 9."
Once again, the whole table falls into silence.
"Holy shit..." breathes the other D name (Duke? Danny's pretty sure he's Signal) from opposite Stephanie. "Isn't that...?"
"The time travelling code." The littlest Wayne says stiffly. "We have met in the future?"
"That's not just the time travelling code, Dami." Dick says, looking between Danny and Bruce. "That's the family time travelling code."
Danny's grin freezes in place.
"I'm sorry, what?"
"1 colon 65 dash 9." Dick explains, still flicking between him and Bruce. "It means you've been adopted into the family and we should all treat you as such, no questions asked."
"Tell you what, I'm about to ask a question." Danny says, dumbstruck. "You just told me it was a code to identify time travellers, not anything about being adopted! What the hell, B?"
Bruce looks about as shellshocked as Danny feels.
"We must have been close," he says finally, after opening and closing his mouth like a fish out of water a few times.
"No! Not that close!" Danny reels back, taking a deep breath ready to refute it all, but... "Well, I mean, you found me when I first got stuck, and you helped me get better despite being... And then we fought together against the, uh, bad guy, before he, um, he... before you couldn't."
An uncomfortable beat passes while they all pick up on what Danny tried so hard not to say.
"So, you're not from the future, then, you travelled there and came back?" Tim asks, breaking the tension and leaning forward with a glint in his eye.
"Yeah, it was a whole end of the world thing, but don't worry about it," Danny says with a hand wave, "It's all kosher now, won't ever happen."
"What did happen?"
"Seriously, don't worry about it, we cool."
"How long in the future was it?"
"About ten years? You were pretty spry for an old man, B," Danny laughs, wishing they'd get off the topic of what happened and get back to the adoption bit.
Everyone shares degrees of a cautious smile as they relax out of the shock, and Dick—whose grin is the biggest—says, "No wonder you got the family code, you're already riffing on him like one of us. How long were you there for?"
"A week, before I managed to get back to my present and stop him then."
"A week? Jeez, B, that has to set some kind of record, seriously."
"Oh!" Danny says, sitting bolt upright and blinking in surprise before pointing at Dick and bouncing in his seat. "You're Nightwing!"
"What?"
"That's exactly what Nightwing said when Batman told me the code! Makes so much more sense now."
Dick laughs and claps his hands, delighted.
"You were not formally adopted?" The grumpy small one—Dami?—asks, his face pinched.
"I didn't even know I was informally adopted."
"And your parents? Are they alive or dead?"
"Damian, stop—"
"They were dead in the future, but they're alive now." Danny says, looking down. He fiddles with the tablecloth, twisting the fabric around his fingers as he fights down the pang of sadness that he always feels when he thinks of them now. He forces a bright smile on his face and hopes it doesn’t look too strained. "I just, uh, can't talk to them much, anymore."
"Damian," Dick warns, "1 colon 65 dash 9. Treat them as family, no questions asked."
"This is Damian treating him as family, the little turd has no manners." Tim scoffs, rolling his eyes, but he gently bumps shoulders with Danny to knock him out of his funk. Danny can't help but send him a watery smile.
"I have the most exemplary manners, Drake, unlike some people." Damian spits, crossing his arms with a pout. "I was merely ascertaining his status to see how he could possibly fit into the family."
"I know this is all a bit sudden, Danny," Bruce smiles, ignoring Damian and reaching out to lay a warm hand on his arm, "for all of us. But if I felt strongly enough to give you that code after spending a week with you in the future, then you are more than welcome in this family, if you so choose it. I think I can speak for all of us when I say we'd like to get to know you a bit more."
"I know a threat when I hear it, Bruce." Danny snorts. "But, yeah, I get it. I'm sorry this is all so weird, it really wasn't how I wanted to find you again, but... I'm glad I did."
"So are we, Danny." Dick says, with a warm smile. "And formally or not, 1 colon 65 dash 9 means you're family. Welcome to the fun house! No take backs or refunds, sorry. You're stuck with us."
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critterbitter · 4 months
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The twins attempt reparations. Elesa is charmed by their wet emolga impressions and earnest earmuffs. She still can't understand their words very well but she can read between the lines of script.
A day after after this Unfortunate Sequence of Events!
For more submas content, feel free to hit up this masterpost.
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chiptrillino-art · 5 months
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In the Spirit World, roughly 400 years ago.
When you are just a little blue guy. But the greater gods found a liking in you. And then you ended up as chewtoy for Koh.
Spirit shenanegans at their finest.
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knifearo · 1 month
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ppl are so quick to modify and soften and put qualifiers on aromantic people’s statements. i’ll say “love loses” and here come seven thousand people in the notes going “funny joke but love is good actually!” “romantic love loses but not platonic love platonic love is great!” “but platonic love is still good though…” no actually i said what i meant the first fucking time. is it so hard to let someone just say something ever
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intermundia · 9 months
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i just read about the "narcissism of small differences," aka the idea that the more a community has in common, the more likely the people in it are to engage in interpersonal feuds and mutual ridicule because of hypersensitivity to minor differences perceived in each other, and i knew there was a reason my time in academia and fandom felt oddly similar lmao
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mikudave · 1 year
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I appreciate when people draw me a fursona in the same way as when a religious person tells me they're gonna pray for me
like I don't go here but I know this means a lot to you so thank you
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 3 months
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Lap Pillow
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