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caycanteven · 4 months
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I’m pretty bad at talking when it’s real serious, but I’m gonna try to be direct.
My blog is a safe space.
Transphobes ARE NOT welcome. I’m open minded, but that’s one thing I’m not willing to be open minded about.
As an artist and writer in the UT fandom, I’m extremely supportive of Monsters being genderless and presenting as they choose. Many have already expressed and explained it well enough that I don’t have to, but I wanted to make it clear that it applies to my content.
Treat others the way you wanted to be treated. Be respectful to others and to yourself, but don’t let your values dictate how you treat another human being.
To my fellow LGBTQIA’s, you are welcomed here and supported!
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ocean-blue-orchids · 11 months
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“It would be nice if magic didn’t exist so we could avoid all this fuss. Don’t you agree…?”
Characters: Rollo, Yuu
Summary: What if Yuu and Rollo had continued their conversation for longer during Topsy-Turvey day? What if Yuu liked magic, or hated magic…or even knew some magic of their own?
Type: Bullet points, with a drabble at the end for the pathetic Rollo simps (me)
Warnings: None that I can think of but I’m new to this so if I missed something let me know!
A/N at the bottom!
A Yuu who is fascinated by magic:
-“I think you’re a bit confused, buddy. Getting to see real magic every day has probably been one of the only good parts of getting warped here!”
-Rollo just. Looks at you.
-He genuinely has to hold in so many emotions in his face; confusion, disgust, a bit of fear(?)
-Eventually he settles on a slight frown and decides to not think about this critically, because god forbid something shatter his worldview when he’s this close to enacting his plan.
-“Ah, you poor thing. You don't understand. If only you could see that your non magic world is much more ideal…”
-“Haha yeah I guess I do miss it! When I find a way back you can visit :D”
-Rollo.exe is crashing
-He decides that clearly this prefect is tainted by the evil surrounding them every day and it’s a Stockholm syndrome type thing.
-When the flowers start to spread and he reveals his true intent, he may even offer for you to join his side, now that he’s “purging the evil”
-“Human of a magicless world…together, we can fix this flawed world and rid it of magic-“ “ROLLO YOU ARE SO UNINVITED TO MY HOME WORLD” “Ok, trapdoor it is.”
-Even after everything, he wonders how you can love magic and a world that was likely responsible for you being torn from your home. It haunts him.
A Yuu who is a bit afraid of magic:
-You stay completely silent.
-Looking at Rollo feels like staring into an awful funhouse mirror. I mean, you find magic a bit scary, but trying to outright destroy it? Especially knowing that it also functions as a source of life!?
-Rollo has seen you flinch at the fireworks, frown at the mention of past magical incidents at NRC, and he miiiight have lowkey stalked you a bit to see that you only showed interest in non magical items. And when he sees you hesitating after he does his little evil monologue?
-Well he just assumes you’re stunned by how right he is. 
-Later, after his reappearance during the flowers spreading for the first time, he takes a special interest in your reaction.
-And he’s very, very confused.
-Why are you afraid? Isn’t this what you wanted? Don’t you agree with him?
-He puts you on the spot by telling the others how they’ve “made the prefect so stressed and fearful by using their magic! Don’t you agree, prefect? We talked about this before…”
-You shake your head, under so much pressure that you almost want the flowers to take you down.
-“I see. You’ve been corrupted by them. Don’t worry, prefect. I’ll allow you to apologize after I finish my job here. For now…you must forgive me for this.” Aaand the floor underneath you disappears.
-After the events of the night, he tries one more time to appeal to you. If you tell him that “magic may be scary, but your hatred is far, far worse…” he will be absolutely EFFED up man. Effed. Up.
A Yuu who has learnt magic:
-“Uh…Rollo, I don’t think you’ve got the full picture, buddy.” 
-First he’s confused. And then you show him a basic flame you conjure in your hands. (It’s a little trick Tsunotaro taught you.)
-He is revolted.
-How? How could someone like you, someone who was untouched and pure, fall to this disgusting power?
-He hides this, however, and invites you to his office to “see a surprise I have for all of our visitors. I think you may be able to help me.”
-You give Trein a heads up and head out, where Rollo shows you a very stunning, crimson flower…
“This flower is beautiful, Rollo! Is it a souvenir?”
Rollo gives you the same calm smile he’s given you all day, and holds it out to you.
“…in a way, yes. Pick it. It won’t work unless you do.”
Assuming this was another fun item rigged with magic, you pull it from the glass pot Rollo is holding. Sure enough, the pollen scatters like sparks, and the flower is warm in your hand.
“Rollo, this is amazing! I’m sure the others will love it! They-uh-they…”
Your train of thought is interrupted by the feeling of the flower’s root around your finger. Even more unsettling is the fact that the root’s end is now stuck to your body. The warmth spreads from your hands to your upper arm, and it starts to feel numb.
And then you feel your feet go numb as well. You look down to see flowers rapidly growing at your feet.
“Rollo…”
“I’m sure the others will love my gift, Angel.” 
The mage has backed away from you now, moving to his desk and staring at you coldly. You try to yell at him, to call for help…but nothing comes out of your mouth and you suddenly find yourself on the floor. You think you probably fell, judging by how close you were to the ground. As you close your eyes, you heard Rollo speak one last time.
“Perhaps I will keep you here. Fix you, and make you pure again. There is still hope.”
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The next thing you remember is waking up and feeling so intensely groggy. It was as if you had taken a nap right after school, and now you were waking up feeling strangely warm and stiff. 
Well, you definitely felt strangely warm and stiff. As you tried to stretch, you heard the sounds of vines shifting. Slowly sitting up and opening your eyes lead to you seeing where you were. 
Rollo’s office had turned into a flower garden. And you were the main piece.
One by one, you plucked the flowers off of you. They were attached to your skin, yes, but they peeled off easily with a tug. You still felt half asleep, but memories were coming back to you.
Rollo.
His “special gift”.
“I’m sure the others will love…”
The others.
You noticed the open door. The flowers were spreading.
The others.
You stood up, leaning against a wall as your head pounded and your legs shook. As soon as you could walk, you did.
The others needed you.
You followed the path to the main hall, realizing the flowers had spread more than you could possibly have imagined. 
…how long had you slept? Hours? Days?
Your fears were lessened as you entered the main hall, and saw that Rollo looked exactly the same as he had a few hours ago, the sunset outside now replaced with moonlight.
But the sight you were greeted with in the main hall was nothing short of disturbing.
Flowers everywhere you looked. Screaming, shouting, and…Rollo.
He was saying…something. You couldn’t hear well over the chaos and your head ringing, and frankly, you didn’t care what he had to say. 
He was hurting everyone. You had to stop him.
So you did.
You used all your strength to tackle him with your whole body.
Unfortunately, your weakened status meant it wasn't enough to knock him down. He pressed himself against the banister with one hand, pulling you forward with the other. You were able to try and turn around to face him, but he grabbed one of your arms and used his free hand to push you against the banister.
There’s a chance that someone screamed your name, but it was hard to make out.
Rollo frowned at you.
“I suppose the flowers couldn’t fully handle someone who wasn’t born with magic. In a way, it’s a blessing.”
He pressed himself closer, moving his hand from your arm up to your own hand. He pressed his thumb where you had summoned fire for him before, as if he were trying to extinguish the flame.
“Darling angel…come with me. You’re already almost completely cleansed of your magic…together, we can make you, and this world…perfect.”
You raised a shaky hand to cup Rollo’s face, and although he seemed shocked at first, he slowly smiled into your hold.
“Very good, my obedient Angel, I knew you’d-“
You pulled his stupid hat over his hair. He screamed in a way you had never heard before, and pushed you.
If it was an accident, it certainly didn’t feel like it as you fell through the air.
Well. 
Hopefully someone will catch your fall.
Either way…that was worth it.
A/N: Oh boy! Hi…it’s been a while whoops. I made this blog before my Senior show tech week, and life just has not slowed down till now. But I finally posted something!! Yay! Requests are open, and it would make my day to get one! Ok that's all have a nice day :>
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tearwolfe · 2 months
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actual win hazbin hotel fucking sucks. not even going anon for this. fuck hazbin hotel rui kamishiro is better then hazbin hotel
you're so real for this actually speak your truth
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lemonnseurs · 16 days
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no ducking way guys
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back when i didn't had him yet i made a comic on him and his lil adventures w a bear jelly plush because. well. those are my two favourite things
No way... Licorice Cookie
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pkmn-smashorpass · 1 month
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Um. Creative
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autumnalmess · 5 months
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I love opening Tumblr and seeing a picture of Javert captioned with the thirstiest, neediest most obscene comment you've ever seen and going "understandable have a great day 👍"
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cljordan-imperium · 3 months
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“Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it.” – George Santayana
To my Jewish friends - I cannot imagine the pain this day brings. Nor can I claim to know how current events around the world where you are being targeted is affecting you. But, what I will say is that on this Holocaust Remembrance Day, that I have learned from the past, I do see your people being targeted in countries for no reason but being Jewish, and I stand with you. I do not know your pain, I do not know your fear, but I hear you, I see you, and I stand with you that this should NEVER AGAIN happen. My hope for you this day is that the world will open their eyes and learn on this day as well so they too will stand with you and say - NEVER AGAIN.
💙🤍💙🤍
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realflowey · 4 months
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Love you Gregory FNAF. Hope you're evil. Heart
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stoshasaurus · 5 months
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i just ranted about this to some friends so i'm gonna rant about it here because everyone needs to hear this. EVERYONE.
DO NOT SELF-DEPRECATE!! CRITIQUE YOURSELF!!
as an artist and a writer i hear this ALL THE FUCKING TIME. someone will show me their work and go "this is so bad, i'm sorry, this looks awful."
i cannot begin to express in words how much that shit pisses me off. self-deprecation does not gain my sympathy. it gains my absolute unfathomable rage. it makes me red in the fucking face.
do you not like something that you did? okay. GIVE ME A REASON WHY!
don't like how you drew something? why? were the proportions off? don't like the linework? is the coloring too messy? the shading? the lighting? the background? what don't you like? why don't you like it?
don't like how you wrote something? why? is the tone strange? is the pacing off? bad grammar, spelling, punctuation? bad spacing? what don't you like? why don't you like it?
this self-critiquing literally applies to everything, even outside of artistic works. it applies to school essays, conversations, human character. if you don't like something, especially if that something is something that you have made or done, give me a fucking reason why. NOTHING IS BAD SIMPLY ON THE BASIS THAT IT IS YOURS. THAT IS NOT A VALID REASON. IT NEVER HAS BEEN, AND NEVER WILL BE.
you are allowed to hate your work. every creator has done something that they don't like, some more frequently than others. that's natural. that is allowed. what i hate is when people hate their work simply because it is their work. they completely lose their motivation to make because they hate everything that they make and cannot come up with a single genuine reason why.
give me a reason. "it just looks bad" is not good enough. end of story. i won't hear anything otherwise. self-deprecation does not gain my sympathy. it gains my fucking ire, is what it gains.
be confident in your work. self-analyzation is one of the best ways to improve your work. always self-analyze. you learn to do it unconsciously. if you can come up with at least one reason why you don't like something you've done, you can come up with a solution on how to avoid that problem the next time. you know better, you do better.
so do not self-deprecate. self-critique. have confidence. be assured; everything you do is good, even if it has elements to it that you do not like. creation in and of itself is a good thing, no matter how much you might hate it. simply doing is better than not doing anything at all. adopting this mindset will improve your confidence and ensure that you make more things and do better in the future.
hope this helps. go make some good shit.
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why do the animators keep showing us senshis balls
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that-ineffable-devil · 9 months
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I really like your post about what Good Omens mean in terms of representing queer middle aged people. Seeing that representation means a lot to me too as a twenty year old.
Seeing queer people in their 50s shows me a future I have trouble imagining for myself.
It shows me people my parents age who I'm used to getting begrudging acceptance or rejection from at best, and they're like me. Part of my community.
It showed me straight older allies who accept us unconditionally and it showed me that this isn't a gen z thing or a phase, it's a human thing.
It's part of humanity.
I can't even write down all the things it means.
I'm so glad my words resonated with you (and many others, apparently!!), and it has been so wonderful seeing the outpouring of love and support for the same sentiment and the representation in Good Omens. 🖤
Like you, I've always had trouble envisioning a future for myself--in fact, I was so convinced I wouldn't survive to 18 that I had made no plans for life after high school! Big mistake lol. But when I was a kid growing up in a tiny one-stoplight-town in the southern U.S., there weren't any people like me in my life. Or even in media, really, except as a joke. I was so different from everything and everyone I knew that I couldn't imagine life beyond the boundaries of that place.
I can only wonder how differently things may have turned out if I'd had something like Good Omens--representation that normalizes instead of exploits or vilifies.
And you're absolutely right that seeing older cis and straight allies fully and genuinely supporting our community is so, so important. Maybe just as important as seeing older queers out living their best lives, because it shows that not only can we survive and be happy, but we don't have to do it alone or in isolation from the rest of the world.
That's one of the scariest things, I think, especially if you grow up in a country or even just a city or state that is openly hostile towards people like us. It's not just the fear of violence, but the fear that nobody will step in to help you or offer you support when you need it. Because sometimes finding community in real life is much harder than it is online. And when cisgender heterosexual folks see their peers and heroes supporting our community, we can only hope it inspires them to be allies, too. 🖤
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Tagging this with the fandom critical tag just to be safe but. I appreciate everyone who offered kind words not just to me but to each other yesterday.
We’re a community. It’s good to look up and remember just how many people are quietly doing their own thing alongside me.
I felt a bit guilty for adding notes to what in hindsight was just inflammatory hatred. I wonder if giving them attention didn’t just inspire them to be louder in their unkindness. But after hearing how friends, mutuals, and strangers were upset over the post in question? Worth the BS. OC fic writers get so much shit already. We should stick together, not ridicule and beat each other down.
I emulated their flippant tone as I offered my rebuttal. But genuinely, I do love your Tavs and Durges— because even if I personally don’t enjoy a story someone is telling, I still know how difficult it is to tell it and how brave it is to share it where strangers can see.
I love that you’re creating.
I have a lot of opinions about what makes good writing. More opinions than that person, even. I’m critical of my own work and I’m critical of others’ in turn. But at the end of the day, putting love into the world is more important. And that’s what the connections of social media are meant to foster for fandom. Shared love.
So fuck Enver Gortash ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) And do it how you want. Love from me to you 💞
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the-grove · 3 months
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That one post about how important it is to have mutuals who have kinks that are absolutely not your thing..except its about headmates
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laurentlemonke · 5 months
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I'm not asexual but the thought of sex makes me🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢
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Oh my god I just realized I missed out on making a post for lesbian week SHIT HROO.
okay. okay. Lesbians, let it be known that y'all are rad as fuck. You belong. You deserve to be seen. KISS GIRLS!!
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swordfright · 6 months
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its kind of fun watching people discourse over the prison and meanwhile im in the back with my weird delusional anime adaptation of the dsmp that rewrites it slightly
serious minecraft roleplay analysis is fun but you gotta stay silly. it's soooo important to keep it silly. we must not forget our silly roots
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