#freelance struggles

[mtsodie]

this ones from yesterday but i forgot about it

#sam and max #sam and max freelance police #🎨 #u can see my struggles with the desoto on the right god bless

[simonwimon]

okay one more post. i remembered csp has speech bubble options

#sam and max #sam & max #freelance husbands #sybil pandemik #mine #fanart #artists on tumblr #struggling to not open an 8th canvas before i finish all the other things i'm drawing: #Oh my god how do you guys tag spoilers for these #the devil's playhouse spoilers

[fregget-frou]

Here’s 5 of my listener OCs!

These guys are fruity so here are their names!

Sweetheart: Sarri (she/he/they)

Freelancer: Benny (he/they/she)

Lovely: Forrest (they/xe/he)

Baabe: Lyecus (they/them)

Angel: Aklaq(they/them)

#none of my listeners are cis #we got 2 nonbinaries #an agender and genderqueer #and a gender-fluid #also Ben’s going through a gender crisis rn #he’s struggling ok their giving off a bit of trans fem vibe rn #redacted asmr #freggzocs #freggzartz #redacted asmr freelancer #redacted audio fanart #redacted audio #redacted asmr fanfic #redacted asmr fanart #redacted asmr lovely #redacted asmr sweetheart #redacted asmr listener #redacted asmr au #redacted asmr angel #redacted asmr art #redacted asmr babe #redacted asmr david #hehehee please love then #they’re all so pretty #also I may have a slight favoritism towards angel #gendered listener #fem sweetheart #masc freelancer

[ruizpizzaria]

Freelance husbands since 1987 💍

your honor theyre in love and married

be gay bust crime

i was thinking of giving max a wedding ring but then i feel like he would lose his right after the marriage

#sam and max #sam and max freelance husbands #sam and max freelance police #sam #max #fanart #myart #they are the ultimate enduring couple #gay #digital art #pew pew #you crack me up little buddy #i struggled so hard to find a decent background the pain has never been so real

[rinkunokoisuru]

Corn dogs

#sam and max #sam and max freelance police #sam and max fan art #lagomorph #fan art #digital fan art #digital art #struggling to draw stuff

[side-self-shift]

Question for selfshippers whose S/I's have backstories

What was your S/I like before they met f/o? What changed? What stayed the same?

#ill go first #Phito was sort of...meaningless. He lost his friends and didnt know how to socialize. he hates his job and life was boring and sucky #nowadays he still struggles socializing but now expresses himself more freely. he quit working for LAW and running freelance work #now. life doesnt suck it feels just right. Hes comfortable and happy and thats all that matters to him #f/o #selfship #selfshipping #s/i #self ship community #selfshipper

[alolomololomola]

Splatoon 3 has been out for a whole year and some of you all still don't know how to beat glowflies. PLS IT'S NOT THAT COMPLICATED

#the daily struggles of a freelancer #splatoon #splatoon 3 #salmon run #eggstra work

[whumpacabra]

Mouse

Panic attack, claustrophobic environment, self deprecating thoughts, begging, anticipated violence, exhaustion, firearm mention, broken glass mention, referenced murder, implied past failed suicide attempt, implied past conditioning and trauma

[Directly follows Cat]

He couldn’t breathe - he couldn’t breathe - fuck, he couldn’t fucking breathe -

What had he done? What had he done?

Why? Why would he do that?

How had he done that?

(Who was his handler now? )

The Wolf couldn’t breathe - couldn’t think - not with the sound and the light and the exposure of being seen -

The Box. He needed the Box. He had made a mistake - he disobeyed, indirectly - he needed to be put away for a bit until he could think himself to death and figure out what the hell he just did.

This ancient supply closet would do, filled with long expired chemicals and cobwebs. Small. Cramped. Dark. Door closed. Alone.

Think, you dumb mutt.

Breathing was getting easier, thinking wasn’t. His mind was filled with frozen molasses, the last few moments playing back like a rewound VHS.

He ran from the enemy. (Coward.) He collapsed from pain after vaulting over the fence. (Weak.) He threw away the gun, he hadn’t spared one of his handlers three bullets for himself. (Idiot.)

But before that - what had happened? He was tired, still bloody and exhausted from his earlier punishment. And with exhaustion came resentment - dangerous, volatile.

Something that could simmer low, unchecked by a brain too focused on mere survival. Something that would wait until his handler peered around a corner, groping for his pistol that the Wolf had lifted from its holster with steady hands. Something that curled in satisfaction at the fear in his handler’s eyes, anger burned away by acceptance as the first bullet cut into a tender, unprotected throat.

And now, having unfurled in all its glory, that resentment withered to sickly regret.

What was the Wolf without his handler? Certainly not whatever he had been Before. Now, he was a coward, weak and stupid and crying in a broom closet like a frightened child.

Boots disturbed broken glass, uneven footsteps intending to slip past less sensitive hearing. But the Wolf knew who was there, creeping down the hallway. He had been listening to those boots for days now. The airport. The hotel hallway. On the roof across the street.

(His handler didn’t ask what the Wolf heard or knew, so he hadn’t shared their tail with him.)

(Now it felt like a betrayal worthy of every second of agony he had endured over the last few days. Worthy of whatever hell lay ahead of him.)

The Wolf didn’t flinch as the door opened, but he hadn’t expected to be found so easily. (There was dust everywhere here - an observant tail would clearly see what door handles were recently used.) (Idiot.)

“You…alright there, mate?” The Wolf was so, so tired. Was he supposed to respond? Did it matter? “Hey, you hearing me? Look at me.”

The Wolf blinked, the ingrained desire to follow orders as soon as they were given turning his eyes from the floor between his knees to the face at the doorway. For all he had heard their tail these last few days, he had hardly seen the enigmatic man.

He was currently soaked, the Wolf suddenly realizing the drone in his ears wasn’t panic but the rain outside. But besides the rainwater beading down the stranger’s face, there was a pair of steely grey eyes looking down at the Wolf with an expression he couldn’t make sense of. Was he angry? Sad? Frustrated? Annoyed?

Whatever it was, it wasn’t pleasant.

The stranger dropped to a crouch in the doorway, the Wolf tensing in anticipation of a blow. Of unwanted hands. He tucked his head under his arms with a strangled sob, waiting waiting - just get it over with already -

“Easy, love, I’m not going to hurt you. I’m Agent Jackson. What’s your name?” His name. The script. The Wolf uncurled a fraction, head still ducked but looking vaguely in the agent’s direction.

“I am Wolf.” His own voice felt clunky in his sore throat, iron on his tongue as he swallowed back the pain. The agent nodded, gentle grey eyes beckoning the Wolf relax against his better judgement.

“You’re a freelancer, right?” The Wolf didn’t know what that meant, but his empty stare was taken as confirmation. “Did Agent Smith hire you?”

“No one hired me. I work alone.” The Wolf bit his tongue until he tasted fresh blood. He had gotten ahead of himself, and now the agent was making that face again -

“You were with Agent Smith earlier, right?” He have a stiff nod. Lying would hurt more in the long run. He just needed to stick to the script.

“Why did you kill him?”

The Wolf’s breathing shuddered. He had, hadn’t he? He killed his handler. He was no different than the rabid dogs he had seen the project put down. A broken bastard that bit the hand that fed.

“I didn’t - it was a - please - please, it won’t - sir, please I can’t - ” Begging never helped, sometimes it hurt, but it was the only thing he could force between hollow gasps. But he couldn’t - he couldn’t survive another punishment. Not now. Not with wounds so fresh and a body so broken. “I can’t.”

Somehow, the agent seemed to understand. Somehow, the agent was generous enough to grant the Wolf a temporary reprieve.

“Shush, shh, it’s - it’s alright love, you’re not…I’m not fishing for a confession.” The agent swallowed, uncertainty in his eyes as he glanced down the hallway. The Wolf could hear approaching tires in the distance. “Agent Smith had something that I’m looking for. An asset he stole; do you know what I’m talking about?”

The Wolf stared into those soft grey eyes. Wasn’t he the asset? But the Wolf wasn’t stolen - he was transferred, for a disciplinary interim. That’s what his handler told him. Did this agent not know that? Was this agent unaffiliated with the project?

“Nevermind - let’s - let’s get you out of here, alright?” There was a shuffle of fabric, and the Wolf flinched, folding in on himself. But no hands grabbed hold of his arms and dragged him to his feet. All that followed was a soft sigh and whispered words. “C’mon mate, get up; let’s get going.”

The Wolf glanced between strands of his own tangled hair, the stranger standing still. Waiting. Patient. Soft. Everything his handler never was. Everything a weapon like him wasn’t allowed. His breathing shuddered again as he gulped down a lungful of air.

Get up. An order. Lesson number one. Do as you are told, without hesitation.

His legs strained, shaking under him as the Wolf stumbled to stand in the cramped broom closet. He could feel himself trembling as he looked to the agent for approval. Those grey eyes flicked down the hall, expression gentle as he nodded and started walking.

“Follow me.”

One foot in front of the other.

Endure.

Again and again and again. Just to see another day of pain. Just to maybe see the sun once more.

Again and again and again.

[Directly before Bad Dog]

(Part of my Freelancers: Changing Tides series)

#whump #panic attack #claustrophobic environment #self deprecation #begging #anticipated violence #exhaustion #firearms #broken glass #referenced murder #failed suicide attempt #past suicide attempt #past conditioning #past trauma #freelancers #the lad is havin a bad time smh smh #directly before tomorrow's prompt so *eyes* enjoy the wolf struggle bus :]

[lyannatropes]

could I get one (1) month where getting work isn't such a struggle? starting my year discouraged just like always, because it's tradition now

#if only i ever hard back from any job i applied to lol #freelancing sure is bad for my mental health and sense of worth #also i know most people struggle with it and there isn't much to do about it #but i still want to express my frustration lol

[hairtusk]

why is it that the second i get a job offer to go into teaching, the feed of every social media account i have turns into "this is the worst time in history to be a teacher, these children are the spawn of satan" ??

#are any of my mutuals teachers? particularly in britain / or at a secondary school level (age 12-16) ? #i wouldn't be teaching full classes so i wouldn't have to control a classroom #but if i accept I'll be privately tutoring troubled / struggling kids (not freelance - actually working at a secondary school)

[empydoc]

i really enjoy this comment on the 'baking a cake with your incubus boyfriend' video because i just need to see him struggle with microwaves more

#📼.txt #such a simple enjoyment #i might be a bit sadistic #when it comes to microwaves #specifically men struggling with them #redacted gavin #redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted freelancer

[risarchives]

the way freelancer is written makes me so sad.

characters with bad luck are often ignored and left alone as if they were a contagion due to the cruel beliefs about, well, their misfortune that are widely spread in whichever setting they exist. they're solitary and, most of the time, don't receive even a little bit of sympathy. they're bringers of doom and as such and suffer the consequences of it.

and it's all the more easier for the minor characters to ignore them because in most cases, those characters with severe bad luck themselves have accepted their fate and hardly make an effort in convincing people to converse with them at the very least. they're used to living in isolation and have given up in trying to externally be seen as something in contrary to what they evidently are.

(much like with the freelancer, the beliefs of other characters can be solidified by observing what's happening around those unfortunate characters. with fl, you can see it with caelum and the vega situation; with the almost-friend xavier; with gavin possibly being excluded from the inversion and not suffering what he had to suffer if he had no lover to be in the audience for; with hux losing his captain; with everything freelancer personally experienced)

but freelancer is so generous. they're warm, selfless, and friendly. they help, they reach out, and they're not afraid to trust people. how can people see the misfortune that's been happening when this person shines so brightly and has so much love stored in their heart? how can you stay from misfortune when freelancer themself physically manifests the very opposite of it?

if freelancer was like darlin’ who purposely pushes people away, it would have been easier. but oh ho ho ho no! it's in their nature to be a shoulder to cry on and to be a helping hand. it's in their nature to stay, as if it were inevitable. it's just. it's so tragic. it's like being a witness to all the tragedy they—possibly—cause and personally experience and still staying with them despite of it all because—they love. their love can't save the story, but they make sure it's never thrown away. even in the imperium, they remain kind and helpful. those two sides of the mirror have very different atmospheres and yet the freelancer is so unmistakably tragic in both. freelancer—however undeserving of all things bad and ugly they are—is what happens when tragedy and love are mangled in one broken whole.

i'm just. uhhhh haha kindly give me a moment please *lays down. turns to one side. weeps*

#redacted freelancer #redacted asmr #something something the devil is a man and he is beautiful and that is why you can't resist him #except in this case it's misfortune and there are no horns or wings or evil intentions #and echo really just loves tormenting this character #what DID they even do to echo #he has something against the freelancer it's so funny 😭 #like all the characters have bad guys and bad situations they need to fight against and survive from but #echo gave fl more than two problems in just the first season? #then something as massive as the inversion immediately after the first season? #not to mention. they have so much internal struggles and conflicts #(and in the first season ngl i would have personally snapped at gavin with that attitude of his) #(fl truly is stronger than me in every way 😭) #i love you doomed characters i love you characters who remain kind despite EVERYTHING i love you characters who help help help #redacted gavin #redacted huxley #redacted caelum #redacted damn #(they were mentioned so. 😭 don't mind them) #rambles

[scorchedhearth]

one thing that's starting to piss me off with fancontent is the wealth status of characters, especially some who have been through the fanon lens more than others. chances are, unless it's specified, that said characters will be at least scrapping by, if not outright struggling. worse is, a character who has a specific snapshot of their life taken and used as the bottom line when it's just one moment taken and stretched out. ollie is not rich, not anymore and not for a long time he uses the robin hood schtick for a reason. hal despite being middle class as a kid would have a far more interesting outlook on life because he spends a good half of the 60s run without a home and struggling to find scraps of money and running from jobs to jobs with no friends left to open their doors to him. even those who do well, they're not rich, kyle still has to work and he's making just enough for a flat and a correct living situation, same for john who still has to work to maintain his architect career and make something out of it. or dick, he has jobs and knows how to maintain his money but he's not leeching off of bruce and he still has rough periods where he struggles

#and i get. it's not fun to think of your character and their career and how much of their life that takes out of them #and im not saying you should write a manifesto into your fun hobby #but man. sometimes its pushing it. hal struggling is a big part just like kyle's freelance career being rough for him to maintain #or it gets annoying with characters like ollie. him not having money and powers like millionaires is core to his character. he's not bruce. #idk it's getting annoying #especially when it feels like just brushing off very real aspect of those characters

[wastelandbabyblue]

.

#so turns out my boss doesn't have the money to hire me right now and she won't fucking talk to me #i learned this from my coworker because she told her but not me???? #and like it's fine i don't mind keeping freelance until the end of the year it's almost over anyways #but?????? she won't talk to me and i can't go to her and be like 'yeah so i know you can't hire me right now so let's keep things the same' #anyways starting to think the universe doesn't want me there because this is the 3rd time something happens right before i sign the papers #maybe i should just make something up myself and tell her to leave it be until next year at least #there's no risk of her like firing me or i guess cutting me off just because i know she's struggling with the workload with little staff #so she needs me there #sigh #my anxiety had just gotten a bit better this will mess it up again 🥲

[sri-rachaa]

Huxley/Charolette(fem! freelancer) cute bridging moment request for the awesome and wonderful @readyandnot !!!!

Version Without Effects under the cut!

#redacted asmr #FEM! freelancer #THEYRE SO CUTE AHHHH #also this drawing quickly made me realize I’ve never drawn huxley before #he was…a struggle BUT I MADE IT!$ #also when I tell you I just stared at my iPad for like 10 minutes trying to figure out what I wanted to do for the whole bridging part #because I didn’t want anything too extravagant #turns out!! sometimes finding out a simpler way to do things is hard than extravagant #anyways!!! #raes requests

[catwellcomics]

Commission post!

Hello! I won't go into detail but things are very difficult rn so I would appreciate any and all interactions with this post!

Check out the Google form in my bio if interested!

#art #digital art #catwellcomics #artists on tumblr #furry #furry anthro #furry anthro art #furry art #idw sonic #furry commissions #commissions open #commissions #commission post #commission prices #price sheet #the strugge is real #struggling artist #freelance